Broad and outdated, ya bend over backword, truly constipated/
This battle is anticipated, you ahve no clue the tensin ya created/
Death wil come, swift wings, Im controlin ya mind, an other things/
Choir boy claps after he got raped and sings, you know I'm King/
This is not all Alchemy teaches, raped again while I preaches/
Blank mind crazy and beseeches,"Can you smell the peaches?"/
Drained to achoma, speaking wit an impediment, like Oklahoma/
Senses so blurred he smells amonia, hope Im not alone-wit-ya/
This is my revolution, ya mind has collapes, ya formin a contusion/
Mind contorted wit confusion, you only wish this an optical illusion/

There, not better the the other one, but still alright, give me some comments on this new style, good, bad, what? I don't care if I lsoe, just comments.