Your polluting this industry like SUVs
It’s best-you-leave cause your identity’s-deceived
If your God’s son…
I’m gonna let-you-see why nobody’s gonna celebrate Christmas-Eve
Get realistic-please, it’s easy to tell-your-fake
Dwell-your-fate into thinking that hell’s-the-place for you-to-go
Stop lying, you died many years ago
To beat me, you need a miracle bigger than your resurrection
Get to my recollection, many differences as you cannot get-affection
Nor are you a remedy to my ill-skilled infection
Your far from perfection, a contradiction from what your disciples-claimed
You have a psycho-brain to call yourself “God’s son”, your a disgrace-to-God
Stab you with-a-cross and piss on the altar if you were actually divine
Nobody “sees” how good you are, so you haven’t “cured-the-blind”
Giving me a loss for a no show, prophets aren’t down-with-that
If Jesus ever rapped, I hope that he would never sound-this-bad

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