you got skillz son, shit… now imma hav ta do it like this… check it…
i’m a lyrical architect and your snitch rhymes are sour
like i built the Sistine chapel and all you got is an ivory tower
it’s an illusion like your moral confusion, a fusion of greed
and cowardice which shows how tall your tower is,
you see liberal ideology is the idolatry of freedom
guns sex drugs and rap so tot your gat and smoke a fat
stick of buddha, i don’t mean to confuse ya
but somethings gotta give, now or later, I’m the annihilator
of the old cold and bold, and especially conservatives.
Conserve what?.. fuck that shit. on with subversiveness
taxes were started for war, then they wanted more
bred by a system that persecutes victims into submission
I’ve got a vision of unicorns and Satyrs, but I’m not a player hater
i just deliver more flavor sensational ground breaking savory
catering in your own home, providing rhyming and timing
designed to pierce through your mind to the center piece
yes that ugly beast that rears it’s head needing to be fed
with more self love garbage and sadistic delusion you’re just a pseudon-
-nym, through your foolish grin it waits until a later date and plans your fate
there’s no skating over your wanton hating for anything not pulsing
or generating a beeping noise or anything that doesn’t promote christian noise
your morals are horrible, like they come from a fairy tale allow me to regale
you with another story, you see i had a quarry with Three big bears
the Greatest of the three came up to me and gave a foul plea it was sad to see
then i shot him in his fuckin face and left him dead in the place
mama bear and bear junior couldn’t have died sooner their funeral was beautiful
a carving knife incinerator and customers paying for my malicious slaying
of the logically deceitful for they are no equal to me and no liberal idea of equality
is going to change your logical range
my third round will be the greatest… i promise you fame
i’m finnito like your libido amigo