S.A.C. Religious

Verse 1:
I'm cyber Jax - my better half's Samus. Raps only know how to Rockman with mega manners
Back pack packed with Guyver units - mega smashers. Red Omega madness. When I pen the text backwards. I said what I said, I ain't taking it back, have it!! Baghdatis. Nah! I said my Dad is. Or better yet was bagging. Braggers. In parts in the past, turning them Alice's. Back to maggots. Hanz is rapping. Like Panzer Dragon. It's Dragooooooon yeah I know!! I'm a goon with the flow. When not doing so, I'm playing Doom on the Pro. Me? I'm just like Luke and the Jones. Indiana Skywalker, I can use the force or the rope. Whip! Turn that moose into oh?! Oh?! Wait! I meant Res is Zeus and the Hulk. GAMMA!!

Verse 2:
Exotic, the ink scent papaya when the messiah drops tip of the Parker on the paper. Seville barber
It's the Reiza. Half moons and a fade. In dark tombs making waves. No River Phoenix!! Body blows, your liver leaving. All Giamatti- Paul(d) sideways. In shawls, only see the eyes glazed. Over and out by the high grade, Of rhyme play. My dime's Blaze. Maxing then Skate off in the streets where the 5 - 5 rage. Ask Axel!! Shark in the tracksuit. No! Just a shark that suits tracks. There's only one I(eye) like the dude's Jack. Jaque Reno, I'm the new Jax. M.K flow brutality. Or Tekken Bruce moves cavities. Flew like one over the nest. I'm just the son of the Sun and nothing less. I'm just son(ning) the sons - M.G.S "Hideo!!"

Chorus:
Listen! Your teams acting suspicious
Listen! Your teams acting like bitches
She was like "Fuck! That's delicious"
Sister Mary blessing my nuts - sacrilegious (Sack Religious)