Emotional Slaughter

There's no way to explain it when I'm grabbing the pen, a stab in the wind - so much bigger if I flow like a river. Who can deliver rain from three different hills? i extend, into a mist - open up just like an ocean so rich.
Until i settle, I'll slay men out of their fresh medals - I triple treble to a point beyond their thresh levels.
Still stay rooted, I'm bassed so deep under control - I'm under you, but like an ace is right under two.
When I perform its not normal, I'm forming a storm - when I perform it's not normal, maintaining a form.
keeping you under pressure, just like those so concerned with earning money - you end up folding like origami.
The plural medic paying credit to the final edit - the way I said it was the ultimate ray, extracted from a sunny day and poured into the water, I stir it up for an emotional slaughter.