hot volcanic spewing volcanic ash over the toilet that cheesy bean burrito wasnt a good idea hot springs sooth my buttox so does the  brown family there are 17 glorious children 4 old wives and one balding man we call god master father ass POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP (rap voice) kody brown is comin to town wanting to turn his frown upside down lookin for da kids lookin for da girls lookin for an ice cream truck for da swirl ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh b a b y l o n babylon tigger thats where ill always ben success every plate my last name was christ grindin dreams one pun smoe quest ever1 connely receeding forehead meadows of lava spewing fro m my a s s  PEACE want to write a rap, but I don't think I got it in me Kick it with my girl and marvel at our scars symmetry I'm bothered by the ministry Trying to tell me these churches work in synergy Well I don't believe it Take a priest as a slave, lash out, and beat it While I'm contemplatin suicide, getting more heated Having conversation with cold eyes where his severed head is seated! I fuck with Jesus!  Frowning upon his subjects for their tattoos and their body mods I Speak with more sin than the ancient priests of Babylon While I babble on, I'm purely evil, I'm sitting with a sniper rifle, perched on the steeple My rage burns at a higher temperature than Jet diesel Been festering inside, nursing it like it was fetal Now I feel it's time for societies upheaval I'm fully loaded A poetic god ready to separate the broken from the chosen, You can try to warm my heart but I assure you that shit is frozen Take the first shots, Breathe in, line em up in my focus Not anything escapes from this area that I be scopin' I'm homicidal, I'm on my set quest to rid the pests of false idols Don't you move Mr. Preacher Man, I'm aiming for ya vitals If it offends you, I don't care. I was just writing. Don't like it, don't follow bullets were hollow now gurgaling hard to swallow eyes out of focus now u fallen to the bortom how i got in this problem