To deteriorate matter as a matter of fact.
The only politician who spits straight facts.
The knapsack of gold that accumulates into cash.
This is Fast and the Furious, to fill up the tank.
Now slow ur role model, the goal is to enlighten.
A Satanist at Dawn, but Gone with the Wind.
And ur confused on the Annunnaki Moon God Sin.
But you pray to the Beast, the first ever Djinn.
The molten rock, the cream of the crop.
The Top Chef on lock, ur rap up in knots.
To constrict ur kundalini, ur False Prophet, we stop.
And we find out ur an idoltar, you stay getting caught.
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