Blasphemy

VERSE 1:
This is my introduction
Imma start it off by saying something
That might come off as insane
The world’s got a problem
And i think it’s
A lack of a brain

Tell me why kids want to be so rude
And they insult people over keyboards, and still joke about Jews
It’s lewd. And it’s mother fucking crude
I’m telling you
Because they get all sexual and think it’s cool to thrust out their genitals
When it’s inevitable they will never be anything more than a downright embarrassing spectacle

Calling people Incels, scrubs, losers, and faggots. Coming from the mouth of maggots calling people out for being of status
That sets them far above the rest
But it doesn’t matter when everybody thinks that they’re the best

So, let’s break it down for those in the back
The attack of a black storm cloud is in fact
The best thing you kids these days lack
You can cry all you want, but you should go back to the amniotic sac
Pay attention, motherfucker. Here’s the hook
Because It’s time
To put this country back in contention

HOOK:
Don’t worry about the way
That’s everybody says that goodness has gone astray
Cause at the end of the day, the game we all play, isn’t cheatable
It’s feasible that it’s okay being gay
But, shit. What do I even know?
I know The value of money, silver, integrity, and gold
Has dropped into hell below
Even below the bar that we have set so low
This world’s in need of a villain that God has sent to be shown

VERSE 2:
I say, you say
It’s okay. Right?
Don’t worry about a single thing
Anyway
Because at the end of the day
We’re all gonna die
Right?
Wrong
This life is just the second stage of the way we live in this universe, and this verse is proof that Gucci, Music, and 500 dollar purses need a sadistic brain surgeon to sever their organs
Kill it
Seal it in the ground
Measure 6 feet, and then stomp all around
Even then, they’ll still be trying to make you frown and put you down
Eh-eh
Even then, they’ll still be trying to make you frown and put you down
I’m the king of seeing the shit that you are
Don’t worry, I’m about to break it down in bars
I’m the king of seeing the shit that you are
Kill it
Seal it in the ground six feet down
Even then, they’ll still be trying to make you frown and put you down
I’m about to break it down in bars from Mars

HOOK:
Don’t worry about the way
That everybody says that goodness has gone astray
Cause at the end of the day, the game we all play, isn’t cheatable
It’s feasible that it’s okay being gay
But, shit. What do I even know?
I know The value of money, silver, integrity and gold
Has dropped into hell below
Even below the bar that we have set so low
This world’s in need of a villain that God has sent to be shown

BREAKDOWN:
So, hey
Look my way
I’m the one that’ll get you through
The one and only Lebowski that’s about
The normal Dudes
Who are almost killing themselves
Simply just to provide for their family
And me and you to
So, hi
I’m that man that’s devised a plan
To reap the grim reaper who is the damn epitome of what I’ve been saying
So, one more time, for even those in the front
Let’s make another verse just outta fun

VERSE 3/OUTRO:
You said this
I said that
This isn’t just a rap, it’s a plan to attack
The lack of tact that runs down the back
Of the slap mouth bitches that really aren’t anything but wack, like a fucking hacky sack
And I’ve been through the worst of the worst
And The best of the best
And I’ve had people figuratively stab me in the chest
Yet, my heart’s still beating to this beat
That’s an achievement and a feat
All you phony motherfuckers just got put in your seat

So, bye, bye
Remember this guy, guy
That You don’t fly by
And remember You’re not sly, sly
And I’m onto you, and I’ll put you through
The hell real fighters go through
Then we’ll see who the real villains are
When the time comes to raise the bar

So, consider this formal death for you
It’s no longer a mother-clucking show for you
The credits are rolling, next up is something new

You’re not the one who deserves the crown, so get the fuck out

I hope that was a good introduction
Cause honestly, if you didn’t keep up with that
Then the rest of it isn’t for you