If you think jesus is shootin me, you got a "second" thing "coming"/
Cos I have doubts about the resurrection contistuting jesus frontin//
At the end of this rhyme, you scream 2 for 2 like noah's arc/
But I don't deal with snakes, cos they may have bite but no bark//
I can't take offence to ur rhymes, To make conversation i speak upon the weather/
I'm always one step ahead, You wanna bring the beef? I bring the leather//
The truth stares you in the eyes, It refuses to be distorted/
No one cares about your demise, its a surprise you haven't aborted//
I could call you self-defeatist, Or was thats serious attempt?/
Call me a lyrical elitist, I hold wack emcees like you in my contempt//
The solution is to relent, mimimise the dilution and repent/
You mentioned jesus so i'm asking you to give up rapping for lent//
If i were in your scales, I'd conteplate shedding your old skin/
Because if the snake doesn't bail, somebody'll be calling its next of kin//