Friedrich Nietzsche Rap

[Verse]
The internet seeming super dense
I'm Nietzsche; definition of an Übermensch
Well who is him? And how he different?
I’m not - I'm just a poet, a scholar, philosopher, cultural critic
Honestly gifted, made it through college without lifting fingers then dropped the professor badge
Fellow academics wack, they must've just passed
Now look at my moustache
Now ain’t that something?
I know you envy me, so just own up for it
Face your desires by looking me in the еyes
You sounding like my mother 'causе you're someone I don't like
Oh, burn, the birth of a tragedy
I go bold 'cause I'm lacking the apathy
My books don't sell but I write 'em with chutzpah
I’m beyond good and evil; thus spoke Zarathaustra
I say what I want; I’m big-mouthed
My rhymes so cold 'cause I live in the Swiss Alps
If you don’t know me, I'm hoping that this helps
I picked out the parts, now I'm giving you intel
And honestly, Christians getting me irate
Narcotic religion given to people to hide pain
Maybe I'm bitter ’cause women rejected my nice dates
But in that testament, I only respect Pilate
Nah...
You are so good, you are so pure
You are so forgiving, so obedient
Follow rules that you made, you a perfect Christian
Nah... You nothing but weak
A group of virgins that cannot compete
So you submit to the ones that you hate
You just can't take revenge, you don't wanna exonerate
Sklavenmoral, they just grab the bottle
Filled with alcohol so they can drown their sorrows
But I'm 'bout to be their biggest problem
If they keep it up, start living dangerous
And I don't advocate for Atheism, nah
Don't lose your guidance, just take it from culture
Not just an academic exercise, but a way of life
Step to Nietzsche; you gon' pay the price
What doesn't kill me will just make me stronger
You make your own rules, I fight with honour
Nietzsche got the drip, only drink water
And milk if I'm feeling especially godly
I'm finished with catching these bodies
Best Emcee from the 19th century
Only beat me if I'm drilled with lead
But if that's the case; we have killed him
And God is dead