Sin-Eater
Sunfire, to hire, to sacrifice to Him.
Do I have free will when I inherit the Djinn?
A Few Good Men, to market Sin, my 8th House that stings.
The water that slips through His fingers, but with material, it’s green.
And to think
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To live my second life, happily ever after.
The Land Before Time, the prelude, the next chapter.
We use to do the F-22 Raptor.
All jokes aside, but we promote laughter.
Now the Loch Ness, the risk, this the new blood oath.
To inherit both, both
The listening of rock, to start from the bottom up.
To get your fill of the Babylonian Cup, to strain the fat.
To isolate the gene, the aftermath, your bloodline is crap.
Your friend that's whack, he's in over his head.
And that's who you wake
The hush puppy that grew.
To enlighten those that hire.
To bring the Chosen Ones the fire.
"Liar, Liar, pants on fire!"
The joke that served its purpose.
To shop at an outlet, the circuit.
In other words, you heard.
That this is the Unclean Bird.
To rule wit
The FPS, the NBA, and the NFL.
The ol’ school “Major League Gaming,” to break open the shell.
To slither, when sols wither, I’m not ur babysitter.
The shame that covers, you never had a chance.
At first glance, your body then turns into stone.
Havin to hush the Orange Crush, wanting to crush your sol's lust.
In God We Trust? What's the fuss, to run into Rosa Parks, the back of the bus.
Now you're hurt, too much to flirt, bc ur too blind to know ur worth.
Now was that about race? To take th
With your laugh, the gas, you have to fight for last.
The Space Jam, the blast, to off the color gray.
And you thought that you were at peace, with the charade, the color blazed.
For you to smoke, to choke, and for the lap dance, you're s
The deadbeat on time, to celebrate with Coronas and Limes.
Siamese that try, your twin flame that dies.
Sols that burst, the Gift and the Curse.
While slaving on Earth like watching your hearse.
Having to hush, the drunkard, the lush.
To curs
The Lee District plan, to scheme against the scam.
Descendent of Ham, the G.O.A.T verses the Lamb.
To dilute your blood, after eating the Green Eggs and Ham.
And you know this was done by Sam-I-Am.
To switch the channel, to remote view the thug
The Jannah, the Djinn, the Popeyes, the Hen.
Leave it in 5th, the Gif, with the pen at the hip.
To lay in a crypt, or sit and take notes?
The buzzer beater on time is when you finally choke.
On Cloud 9, my time, while you in Noah's Boat.
When ur in the 7t
To rise and shine? To shine when the Sun sets? The Shaitan that never rests.
To collect the oasis, the red sand, to be at peace when at war.
The Dragon on the shore, the abomination, the boar, the four score and seven years in.
And I have more
It's in my blood with you, to be platanoic.
Fed up with the fast food, the McDonald Sub Sonic.
To fast with the state of the art bubonic chronic.
With my swag, you're hooked on phonics.
At face value, down to the wire.
This ain't Jim Carrey's, "Liar, L
Critical mass, to critique the heathen masses.
To see through it all in the shade, the new futuristic glasses.
Down to rations, and ye have no faith.
The last U.S. President was America's big disgrace.
And these down south women are all about the chas
Your eyes wide shut, you're deluded, and your ghul's flesh that is putrid.
You got a high diet of melanin, your regime, but you got caught, now come clean.
The street sweeper in me, the retired fixer, and now I'm strapped.
Because I'm livin my second li
The Rebel Yell, the Kingdom Come, to promote the new Sun God of our age.
He's darker than beige, the philosophical sage, his rage will spread on the World's Stage.
The chips He stacks, with Lays, it's a rap, to pop the top, the fans that clap.
To get
The bastards that fear, and run the 2-3 zone.
Ye can't wait to get off to work to watch Bad 2 Da Bone.
And thas when I'm Breaking Bad, to get a new phone.
Between me and you, who decides to get the new home?
To read your contract, to bring you bad new
Please understand with the fan, the mary-go-round, your Plan B.
The Windy City with the Chi, to rise, to not stack on lies.
Ur tryin to rerun with the "Knocked Up," but yes, I dun give a fuck.
In other words, I'm not free, my Sol with the Most High.
You
The Dr. Robotnik, who lost his pilot's licsence, because he was packin' heat.
First class or Coach, the Coach Carter of the 2020's.
This the four leaf clover, the domestic terrorist who does it for fame.
His punishment, his legs are lame, to rotweile
Satellite Rays, the Sunshine in the shade.
The oxymoron for days, the riddles that give you the giggles.
But this ain't "Shit n Giggles," we about the face, to soar.
We only fuck with the hardcore, we see through the mist.
The United States of America, i
