Dogma

Verse 1:

The worlds gone to the dogs, backed by a dogma
From false prophets, flying saucers
Greek goddess, bodhisattva's
Idol worship, sunday school specials
Pastoral fake shepards, in the green rollin'
Wolf in sheep's clothing
Modern day deception, altered beast resurrection
But Rasson's here to correct them
Interception, like Deion in his prime
Up North in wine country, next-level rhymes
Down south in Tijuana, with the diaspora
Drinking holy water, Southern California
Like Sodom and Gomorrah
Home of the Paparazzi, Glitterati
Bohemian Grove, Illuminati
Devil on the highway doing wheelies on the Ducati's

Verse 2:

Shhh listen, growl like a hemi
Bloody virgin Mary, satan down your chimney
Easter bunny rabbit, is really fertile Myrtle
Life's not a dress rehearsal, or a Sprite commercial
There's no holding back candidly
Your living trap fantasy, all my black family
Know that your the salt of the earth
Swamped with a curse, Rasson said it first