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