Shhh, the mystique, the Cherokee like Creek.
The Beast from the East, is this D.C.?
The Washington Monument, the Kundalini Chi.
Or the Tower of Babel, the turtle in the half shell.
The pop quiz wiz, or is this the final exam?
See how you’re clutching your nine in your hand?
Your sacrifice, the heifer, with the wine.
To be on polluted ground, this is the pork rinds.
And you can’t even read, so you commit the crime.
The Clarence Thomas that judged, “Look! It’s a long ass line!”
Now abide by time or get a new watch.
We ain’t worshipping the "Balaam Sasquatch."
And that’s why you’re castrated, look at your crotch.
Let’s turn up the heat, the level of difficulty, the notch.
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