Stomping ona serpents neck Na I ain't letting off always been a constant threat For every cause an effect He Givin people gifts no Santa clause dressed in red She dressed to seduce no Jazebel won't get introduced to my bed Got nothing else to loose I've already died and I bled Something had to give put my pride straight to bed Woke up feeling bushy eyed like I've finally been at rest Let's add up all the factors ima lier I'm a cheater man my life was  a mess Till I layed it at the alter I seen the tide rolling in he made the seas a little calmer He instilled the strength within me to kill these beats like Im Daulmer Jeffrey no Epstein Won't pander to dead beats Kick some kung-fu like Panda almost pulled a damn hamstring Going pandemonium slaying demons making a mess on the linoleum Trying hold em back like Nezuku The more you in the spirit when you hear secular rap sound like doodoo and you know it Problem is it's the youth that your trolling So no punches we holding Fighting like Ryan Garcia with these gloves that are Golden No golden goose got these giants head in a noose More Vanilla than Jack no beanstalk Tell Satan my soul like an old man's grass he needs to keep off These brass tactics Got me up to bat Missed batting practice But still this a homerun straight out tha park no t ball So run that back to your social classes no hashtags or no tweets yall Got the serpent eating grass with his head smashed  with my cleats No strongholds in my soul Satan has to retreat Stomping on em