my name is rapture / there will be none after/ im the pastor of these satirical lyrics you try to master / at first youd think i have no talent / theres laughter/ then i murder the mic with malice / its not even a challenge to embarass bastards with valliance / im a rapscallion / so hide your sons and wives / pull out your guns and knives / bite your tongue and shut your eyes / im gonna rhyme until i die / get this shit right / my flow can hypnotize / make you brainwashed like a pigeon flyin at night / fiending for every rhyme i write / and tonights the night / when we drink the bottles hollow / spendin like we won the lotto / chicks you're allowed to fondle / roads with lots of potholes / the great state of colorado