Predictable as ya sigs, split your dome til death's-pictured/
Only thing we about you is, you 'still' can't spell 'nigga'/
Fakin religious like witnesses claim, he say-the-best-dropped/
When he talks Jesus, he refers to slaves-in-sweatshops/
Complain to me like you preachin somethin?, It's no revival/
Walkin all his whole life, all of a sudden, he owns-a-title?/
Mad that we know you like blades, clingin to-the-hard-meat/
Acting wack as robin williams, no wonder he's new-to-rv/