I hope-to-smoke-ya with witty-quick-rhymez//
I'ma smoke-this-joka six hundred-sixty-six-timez//(get it)

you bleed-in-the-game da "god" left you deceased in the heat-of-the-flamez//
when you "speak of the devil" to be me'z-what-you-claim cause I can banish you to hell just for being a choirboy with the mark of the beast-in-ya-name//

Please-it's-a-shame that you heathenz-are-lame you think-it's-a-game don't make me repeat-what-I'm-saying or dead in the street's-where-you-laying//

you try to bargain with satan he got control-of-ya-soul the devil'z dick goez in slow-in-ya-hole low-and-behold I'll leave you choked-in-a-hold that you can't hope to open-or-fold//

you wack-man...hit you across ya face with the smack of a back-hand//
ya last-stand wasn't survived after the Joker was sent to hell by Batman if I had ya brain examined it would show up as a black screen on a cat-scan//(no brain activity)


ok...that's it for me...I'm gettin' my happy ass to bed now...