4 women in a box 4 corners my wife

4 characters spells 4 words 4 times to a lady dressed in white

Everything's been alright

You played with dice

double platinum wrapped in ice

The lions dens my vice

My spot on the 9th

I took the energy bills and turned them into light

storehouses to replace whorehouses to wine

representation and repent the nation with the blood of Christ-

But the devil never cease to entice those with a weak mind

I don't need a figurative god.

I AM myself we put our quest on the shelf to provide greater help

The night watch sit in the lab working nights like santas little elf

The old men came with a warning wish they came with a belt for all the demons who creeping up the colosseum ringing hells bells

Tell me- who destroyed solomons temple?

Who sunk it in the earth and lives deep down within you? Spittin vibratory frequency to reach all my kinfolk- inject quantum light codes directly into your insoles.

Walk with absence don't be another mental- this shit is beyond presidential you ought to give me a medal- for leading you the armies of Pharaohs and truth of those that sacked Jericho.

Fuck polarity

Your religion is penance

For those Born dysfunctional and labeled a menace

The good for nothing argumentative jack of apprentice

The cavity to a dentist

The fat burgers on grimace

Jackin shit from shelves and stockin the entire fridge with it

Those that wanted to stop but they didn't

Wanted to push the limits

See what They can pull from the finish

Do let me tell intelligence and ignorance don't give a shit if morals diminish

God As my witness respect the poetry I've decided to show you bitches

Take it from me the art is sacred and these words hold a key. The only person that can pull bars is the 33rd degree.

Don't touch what you can't grasp

I'm gassing grass with my lass between two columns on the overpass

They steady acting like its a task to give the people trash

We put that crack back on the map vibes that Tesla blast back from the past

The same guy the shy hooded ones refer to by mycfly

Like an apple pie in the lead tin gets licked up too quick

Causing mental paralysis anaphylactic putting you in a categoric catholic catatonic axis my analysis:

Figurative like a dog with a gravy and no biscuit that's rabid on the fact in he was sentenced to witness the death of his own bitches

Your thought complex is a lie God as my witness

ignoramuses dont truly die up in the mile high convictions

I Switch times clock on the hands ain't truly traveling shit

We Lurk the shadows to provide double Damage and crit

Stir the pot and transmute it into

Pissed to all the people convinced kissing a toad turns it into a prince.

Metaphorical give rise to historic oracles

I soar through tombs in Egypt searching for clues Timbuktu

Eyeing isis over the Levant poisoning poison the leviathan plotting our doom

Wicked witches and a brooms sweeping the floor with the groom

72 multiplied by 2 add two ones somewhere and there's a message for you

Manufacturing sickness like they do do with the flu

Majin Bu flow while I spirit bomb densities back to ancient Peru

Carthage must be destroyed, there's not much else we can do

vampires stalk the dark and they feasting off you

Behind your cerebral cortex lies vortexes self crate more messes

pro create your own stresses manufacture your own leather

the ties that bind to break to grow better the soul weathered

Feathers fall off of a bird its only better,

the new ones grow back in they place natural method.

As we prepare to declare war on all Ayatollahs

Empire holders and Zion controllers

Destined to hold us liable for Ebolas virus and sodom end of the old ones day one through autumn

The pariahs armies those who try to disarm me

The nuclear prosperity that levels biblical societies

The darkness that tries hide the light inside of me

Opposite of proprietary but reverse the calamity

Vanity opens doors to apocalypse rearrange synapses to produce providence

Beyond confident past convince convicts can't resist this shit

The optimist pot belly holding property in propagandist prodigies stand no match to me

I stand tall with my banner high dark warlocks will die either you sit or fly- 33rd degree.

Immortal demons seething breathin bathing beneath the sea and I see them

You're not ready to die and neither AM I cast these monsters from hell back into the fire

This isn't meant to be understood but by few the ones who refuse to confirm constructed curfew.