The Invisible Coronation of a Sinister Creation,
Leave your Physical in Ruination Just for hyping this Lyrical Confrontation,
I am a Mystical Manifestation with Invicible Concentration,
Masterminding your life from an Invisible Dimension,
Your aim is to Cripple the Nation,
Thats why your lines will never make a Spiritual Connection,
You are a cancer in disguise your name is too Pitiful to Mention,
I slickly Assault your carcass from the skies with a Hail of Lead,
Split apart your Chakras then Play football with your Decapited Head,
Completely Modernized just remember your Corrupted Daddys Sick,
While your talent size is Smaller than a cup of Saki Bitch,
Using Massive cleats to Rip out your Saggy Tits,
Use your Amputated limbs like Hockey Sticks,
Proven Prophets debating back and Forth Like Politics,
Your value is as deteriorated like some Broken Monoliths,
Use your Chestplate for a Shield in Battle,
Claim you are shepherds but are butchered among the Field of Cattle,
Like a cowboy I Got better things to do like Cleaning a Saddle,
Hoping that you Dont ever Record the pathetic Speech that you Babble,
There is no doubt You are a Beast Unravelled,
but Eating this type of beef will get all your Teeth Dismantled,
My Altered ego
You are just my undeveloped Clone on the Making Tormented and Racing
Radiating heat through the Pores generated by a Core that is Flaming,
Size you up like a Portrait I'm Framing,
The Flows I am Creating come to life and there is No Debating,
they are the very reason that the Globe is Gyrating,
Those that Adore Satan are the only ones who Knows what i am Saying,
A satanic Curse Makes my Opponent Fold on the Weighing,
For bringing a halfhearted verse filled with Mold and Decaying,
You a clown who should be Hosting a Parody,
You become Temptor of me? Of Course its Blasphemy,
Chances of that rerendered Not Even Probably,
You are a templar beneat a Roasted Casualty,
Who Surrender to the Ghost of Socrates,
The Demon in Property possessing your Soul like Babidi,
Will have you Obsessed Trolls Beaten Properly for thinking of Mocking Me...
Claoked by Divine Angels set by the Celestial Father,
Project Alice on the run addicted to Sever the Slaughter,
Bow down or live Forever a Martyr,
I taught you to never back down and be Very Persistent, You owe me your Every Existence,
As a kid when you wallowed I held you on th Palm of my Hands,
Now you are bound to follow the UnGodly Commands,
I Bleed G e ms make you know that You've Seen Them,
They Glow on the scene and Grow with the Season....
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