Psalms 82 rough draft #2

Yeah, I’m the fucking judge Got three horses holding a grudge Conquer and War still drunk off the blood Death getting restless, strange kind of love Tryna play me, Truth don’t give a fuck Mercy on her knees, I’m gettin choked up Grace walking backwards, Times off them drugs Gia was on fire till I needed a rug. And here you stand, think you taller than me Ok young god, book of life, can you read Oh I got you, don’t stress, be at ease Um, what’s your name, ink blot, flaming sea Riots don’t start till I give the all clear Man, Fuck illuminate, I’m the grand puppeteer Been pulling them strings, how you think you got here Arrogant ass nigga, to the void, Disappear And I won’t stop you see, i am prophecy I am him, not you, you see, the real OG My hands on top, won’t drop, I control this fucking rock The brass horn sounds, oh wow, upon your knees you drop Seraphim out here goated, cherubim locked and loaded Vanity vanity, said the preacher laughing at the tool you totted I genocide by water, get fuckEd you and your daughters gang gang I hear you holler? Abaddon, locusts, Slaughter Walk up in your church, why did your pews catch on fire “Oh, You cast out demons”, silly Decon, you’s a lier “Lord lord lord” all I hear is noisy brass Guess it’s time to let the reapers out sort this wheat from chaff Cliquish up with pharaoh, but you quit at the flees I am that I am, crush your armies with the seas Kill you cattle with deseas, burn your prophets to the knees Oh you didn’t know, I’m the i📄king of king