You must be joking man, his brown daughter
That line you just spit set you up for the slaughter
I'm like you sheperd and your my sheep
All those lines you just said they weren't that deep
By the end of my time I'll have you praying to me sweetly
And under the steeple is where I'll greet thee
You have no clue what I do to people like you
I just chew you up and spit you like mountain dew
All the shit you said it's like talkin out your ass
When you grow up you might have some class
I know I dropped this shit rightly
So I'm going to end this tightly
Man I guess I'm done
It's like I'm the lords only begoten son