Tyler Durden's blog: "Brass Knuckle Poets Society"

I love the way they hate me - the fear in their eyes, 
They starin' on stupid, like they hypnotized.

The jealousy and enmity makes my dick rise, 
the animosity is nothin'; I've dealt with it all my life.

She gave birth to a King; it's innate the way I innovate.
I'm the Almighty Virus, that they can't inoculate.

I have to congratulate - it's an art how you perpetrate; 
But how you gon' disrespect when all you do is regurgitate?

You're drawn by my gravity, like the force of the Sun. 
I'm an eagle, you a sparrow, and I'd hunt you for fun.

I'm the eloquent chameleon blessed with a golden tongue. 
My paths are unlimited, while you tied to one.

I blow minds like Ptah-Hotep and Sun-Tzu; 
If I was tired as you, I'd probably hate me, too. 

Sick like the flu, I roll with a chosen few. 
Game recognize game, and Coward I recognize you.

I roll with a halo, an aura, a mane, 
Y'all some scavenging jackals; I'm the Lord of the Plain.

It's so fuckin' serious - don't you understand? 
You's a flea to Colossus, I'm the muthafuckin' MAN.