Ascension [prod. Wyte] #BarfestIV

Round number two, guessing this'll be another snooze/
I yawn three Z's, like this Nyquil put me in the mood/
You an overzealous helot, I'm a relic, you a peasant/
I'm a Devil, you a parrot, I'm a cleric, you a despot/
Selfish with my writtens, these bars will blow apart your melon/
I'm spitting pellets at your settlement, I relish as an ancient zealot/
And with these lyrics I've developed -
I'm the king with this rap shit, now all you niggas kneel to me/
My nickname: B. F. K., Barfest Kennedy/
Welcome to the "Bay of Pigs", you niggas never grillin' me/
Put rappers in their place, now everybody feelin' me/
Nothing like Shiki, cause I don't fuck with Loli's -
I'm a horrorcore artist, I only fuck with Killing Sprees/
A bullet with your name on it, chrome to your fitted piece/
Just Asking for forgiveness, but I'm the War in Peace (Warren Peace)/
Please - listen to the bars that I speak/
They calling me a demon, false sermons try and preach/
Yet I teach - every rapper if they wack they can't beat/
I defeat, any opponent, leave the dead and off beat - like ze mic, I despise wack flows off rip/
If you can't color between the lines, then your bars flushed shit/
I'm divine, you a pig, like the flu when I'm sick/
Shoutout to Maikis, Z's a swine, my bars fly when I'm sick/
Welcome to your damnation, in this nation of mutation/
I'm fixated on your deflation, alliteration with this shit/
Mitigating your translations with pronouncing all my shit/
Your salvation in stagnation, starvation when you spit/
Combinations of constellations, cultivating all these bars/
Declare your desolation, defecate on all your songs/
Confiscation - confirmation, complications in our confrontation/
I'll spark an emblazoned flame that leaves your ass immolated/