Desperados Pt. 2

Canibus (Verse 1):
The pressure I'm under
Could wake a vampire from slumber
The undead hunter
Coagulated blood guzzler
The rogue warhorse in inclement weather
Sucking sour milk from a cow utter, that kind of pressure
Muffle your pay with a muzzle make it sound better
Then try to breathe through a mask stuffed with down feathers
The crowned ripper
The time tested sound wizard
I stand at the foot of the fountain of wisdom, listen
Just let these light orbs glisten
Through your speaker system
We can go wherever you wanna visit
Using my world-renowned vision
The black Kissinger from Kimmet
Now how you wan' do this nigga
Ya'll hear that? crickets
I'm made out of bars and biometrics
Jigsaw leave your spin severed
Horus rise
Meteorites streak across skies
You wanna drive-through ordering fries
(Gargle, if he dies, he dies)
(unsure: "well must get fried eyes?)
As the temperature drops below ice
Fingertips put out candle wicks
My muscles twitch, so lit
I might try to arm wrestle you for your bitch