[JESODIST]

You are greener than Pistachios in Cashew in the Patio of the Few,
Take away all the memories in the Spatio that you Knew,
Make him look younger after cutting that Mustachio that he Grew,
While he was in school searching for that Abacus he Threw,
Make the place a mess Like a troop of Spartacus came Through,
Destroy your world like Galactus in the Blew,
I am Scoping the field like an Eagle that Sore, Scripting the Gore,
Swinging the swords getting Deep in your Core till your feelings are Torn in the Floor
I Win all your fans over and got them pleading For some More,
Beat you in the game before you get a chance to Even the Score,
Without discretion Sacrifice you like a Sheep or a Boar,
Pay attetion your frees make me Snore, This profession is not for you what Need is a Chore,
Go sail with the breeze explore the Seas and Shore, Have something new Wielded with Ore,
A Mean Warden Quenching earth with the Enemy Tears,
Father Nature is Here About to clean a garden getting Ready the Sheers,
Eating this trout from the head to tail like a Fiercest of Bears,
A keen observation You were brought Here to Sin, Now Seeking salvation Not knowing Where to Begin,
Secretely handed the Keys of the nation, Aint that the Strangest Thing?
Come play in the Ring ever Blazing within, Causing Hades to Sing,
Watch me defeat opponents Without Saying a Thing, Causing Hades to Sing,
Whole families can be hung by the Same Strings, This is the price they pay for choosing Fame and Blings,
You only as sick as a dog that is Scatteing Rabies,
Dancing your soul off like The Father of Elvis till you Shatter your Pelvis,
Because you are Not man enough so we Fathered your Babies,
Have your Face Stuffed in the Crapper for calling yourself an Insane Psychotic Rapper,
Cut with Dagger and Gut like a Snapper, Light you up and turn you off with a Touch like a Clapper,
Always On Top of the Source, Darker off Course, Its Laughable Whores Against Unstoppable Force,
I am the grand architect who Designed the Infernal Institutions,
Have you blazing on the path Without Time for Verbal Retribution,
Because everything that seeps from your Mental is Pollution,
You get Passed around Satan's Warlock like an Ancient Harlot,
You are dumber than brothers fearing the Lies of Tarot,
Get eaten alive by malevolent spirits Confined in the Shadows with a Side of Scallops,
So Feast your Eyes and get on the Ride with Charon,
Your final test will be to save the princess and Survive the Terrorizing Dra g on,
Feeding you Lies and Jargon, Ashing every Path you Walk on till its looking Charred like Carbon,
Commiting crimes that only God will Pardon,
Deep inside all you Are is Rotten,
Scarred Forgotten with less weight than a Strand of Cotton,
Drive over your Carcass with a war tank and leave it Flat like Carton,
Your Faith is the Worse, to Slice your Head with Relics and Cymbals,
Couldn't escape this curse if you Branded you body with Angelic Symbols,
A battle against me is unfair you'll be Slain from the Start,
Read between the lines not everything we are Saying is Dark,
I got a Baby named Bart who loves Staring at Ladies in the Park,
he wins their affection by Playing the Harp,
A Ghost in the Section Commanding the Occult Generation,
Serve as Protection reviving Constructing a Nation in Cold Desolation,
Upon Closer Inspection getting deep in their Pores and Exposed Sections,
Walking you through with The Source and Direction,
He got what is necessary to Control your Attention,
Challenge anyone in this side Without an Exemption,
never did he Obliged or Forced a Connection...