the competition pound cake

I awake for my pound cake your diagnosis is a mental earth quake I pray for my concentrate the empire is my new skull shoes my secrets have secrets secret society got me flying high and dry until I replace the American flag on Obamas fore head then I hop in the camero yall should know Jondough harder than you thought though I got a reproach my enemies from the front door I am a Jedi knight ninja Christ warrior I can cake walk all of it on the dance floor aids kills serpreatly the free masons tied up their wields for the fields my castle in my head got basement for the evil soar scorcerors witches and warlocks I establish my grind is mental weapon sharpish I am feeling warish we won already we win again and again I am just gunna apply pressure to the time to bend we don’t have time we have clocks count my triple gazillinair big bucks iron man a wild buck fighting an old perverted mad Marvin off with my spiritual numb chucks I awake for my mother ffin pound cake your diagnosis is a mental earth quake