Somewhere, as Some Crow Rips Open a Trash Bag

I got paid 20 bucks to review a book on Amazon
You can call it sellin out but they consider me the paragon
Pure apendage of Justice
All my rhymes are sleek and shiny and they'll getchu sayin "bump this"
You could say my ego's tiny

But from all around me evil doers do the deeds of evil done and
I extinguish flames sprouted from a thousand evil suns and reconstruct the solar system with a keyboard and a gun
To be honest to my that's the epitome of fun
You know what, son?

My position on the issue is my crosshair never miss you
Say goodnight and turn the lights off let the kids and lady kiss you
For I spill it from the villain you were meant to always be
Take off your ski mask and enter the light so you can see me