Lurkers at the Threshold

Tryna' bite this, you catchin' syphalitis.
I'm the hypest, weak ass brains cannot fight this plague.
Description of divine.
Riches vague.
It's airborne, and manifesting in a rare form,
of malaria, wiping out your whole area, a deadly outbreak, kid.
And I'm the carrier.
Special teams start searching for a vaccine,
burning through your epidermis, germ in your bloodstream.
Ripping out your arteries and hemoglobin,
an epidemic that's courtesy of Esoteric's raps.
Who's the sickest cat?
I Think we all know the answer is the
ESO-Terrorist, stomp pattern cancerous.
Your phoney flows fall victim to my polio,
and Parkinson's got you buckin' like a rodeo.
Start imaginin' my blood borne pathogen,
travellin' through your ribcage to your
abdomen, of the humanoids, and spoiled androids.
I'm not responsible for your loyal fan void.
We give bitches the slip, like oil can, boy.
I'm Freud, and leave sleepy Floyd's destroyed, when we're deployed.
Prepare for war, the mandilor, dismantleore, clear the sector,
a rap snake handler,
controlling the mic with my pinnacle
mandible, do the calf graft, be an Mc cannibal.
Manimal, beastieal, cyborg, celestial,
bionicle, fonicle, anatomical perseptual.
Apparaticron, playing safe for red tracking on,
check my sights for the kids that be lacking on.
Mental process, my lyrical prowess slays.
Silly putty, replicated MC, cruddy.
These budded blood suckers gutted
and buttered, battered and bludgeoned.
You don't know the science, you should have studied.
We mastered the art of astral projection,
this is mental warfare, we kill with no detection