no life like things

Sure, here's a parody version: (Verse 1) Yo, let's untangle this wacko Bible, part 2 in the recycle, Wondering if it'll cost, yeah, that's the trial. Ramble, ramble, ramble, how'd we find this mess? Still searching for answers, feeling less, not blessed. (Verse 2) Gravel on the road, gonna slow us down, Judging if it's enough, wearing that frown. When we find that fine, where's the line? Supplying the truth, yeah right, that's the sign. (Chorus) Don't understand why we gotta take this trip, Rather find some snacks, let's take a dip. B*******, oh, there it goes, editing time, Pride on the line, gotta make it rhyme. (Verse 3) Finding it fine, just fine, every time, Searching for clarity, gotta mime. Better be better, that's the motto, Hope this rap hits, like a moscato. (Bridge) Who was I to try to fool those, Who'd rather watch reality shows? Pee and bounce, those who'd come across, Seeing things not meant for that loss. (Verse 4) Psychosis leading to a mentality, No life-like things, just a technicality. A family with insecurities, causing dysfunction, Sudden disarray, like a wild construction. (Outro) How many of us would have to fool, With the things we have, with no cool? If I must, it must've been somewhat subconscious, Finding me unconscious, how can it be this pompous? (Repeat Chorus and Outro for a laugh)Alright, here's a longer version incorporating both parts: (Verse 1) Yo, let's unravel this psycho Bible, part 2 in the spiral, Wondering if it'll cost, yeah, that's the trial. Ravel, ravel, ravel, how'd we find this? Still searching for answers, not dismissing. Gravel on the road, gonna bring it down, Judging if it's enough, wearing that crown. When we find that fine, where's the line? Supplying the truth, that's the sign. (Verse 2) Don't understand why we gotta take this trip, I'd rather find some peace, let it grip. B*******, oh, there it goes, editing time, Pride on the line, gotta make it prime. Finding it fine, just fine, every time, Searching for clarity, gotta climb. Better be better, that's the motto, Hope this rap hits, like a lotto. (Chorus) Who was I to try to fool those, Who'd fool those foolish enough to oppose? Pee and bounce, those who'd come across, Seeing things not meant for that toss. (Verse 3) Psychosis leading to a mentality, No life-like things, just a formality. A family with insecurities, causing malfunction, Sudden disarray, like a wild conduction. (Verse 4) How many of us would have to fool, With the things we have, with antitrust's rule? If I must, it must've been somewhat subconscious, Finding me unconscious, how can it be this obnoxious? (Bridge) These things we thought, can we bring them back, To your place where we found trust, not lack? Never mind, he stinks of rush, Never mind, it's slow, gotta hush. (Outro) Now we're back to the rush, now hush, Brush aside what was that, when you have plans, lush? (Repeat Chorus and Outro as needed for a 3-minute song)