what do you think of my lyrics!

Burning bibles after I kill all my village disciples,
**** bibles, I wanna be one of satans idles,
things are heating up like a cheese puff in the bowel of a baby cuff,
stretching rubber you can call me mr elastic,
or even mr fantastic pants im not use to seeing gastric bands in the left palm of satans hand.
I think I wanna uppercut your sister
like Ryu in that game - I think it's called street fister?
Move swifter than Taylor Swift trapped in a sauner with Hugh Hefner.
Rap prodigy destroying oil with a stamp of my left slipper,
Who hit ya?
Wasn't me, i'm mr invisible like that guy in the magic cloaker,
I don't drive - dont need any speeding up,
leaving *****es behind like cheetos dust confined to the allignment of a tigers lust

Hhh wut i i really think of your lyrics,
im still ludicris i dont even know why im replyin to this,
but really it was irresistible,
your a mythical individual,
callin yourself the ***** invisible,
im known as a unpredictable war criminal,
cabpible of the unthinkable,
can you even come up with somthing original,
try useing words bigger that one syllables,
in your post mortem examination,
they will realized you died of charactor assassination,

***** = q U E E r