The Dread Master (pt. 2)

[Heth Lee (李)]

Job.38:36

"Who gives the ibis wisdom^[a]
    or gives the rooster understanding?"



In God We Trust and all created the same?

Then why are you lame? And Ye' confused on the blue.

My hue that's black, and to crack the whip.

Can you be a slave at the same time as being sick?


And we lit, at the top of the peak.

To pretend to sin, and the djinn that speaks.

And the congregation that sits, for you to take a seat.

The snake that slithers, but ur the creep.


To Gatorade the Frost, to carry heat.

Now was that cheap? There air that's crisp.

And Santa is already going down that "naughty" list.

To piss off ur front, and to stunt ur growth.


But to domino ur hoe, and for you to sniff lines.

You off the hook? Let's ask the supreme.

To court ur bitch, but not on the same team.

And having to young, her mind peanut brittle.


To George ur Kittle, the pot callin' the kettle black.

Having to attack, it's March Madness, too late for the sack.

And lack there of, as soft as a dove?

To do the on low, and she's not above my love.