Coming With Stuff

Pounce on sinners and announce dinners at church then
Enter and search the souls of the unrighteous and touch trend
Speak words of praise weak nerds get blazed leave herds
In a daze like bad grass defeat cows in graze, fly like bees and birds
Grab bread and make a meal but fakes deal in junk food
Punks rude with calories, have moods and salaries with attitudes
In the brain, rivers reaches shores when I deliver speeches galore
Shiver and teaches on floors of destruction, and beseeches a metaphor
Production of illness, cats try kill this but can’t I get adored
Feel warm with a real storm of emotions that could
Swarm oceans and drown clowns swimming around in the hood
Wear bling and bring peace in the skies it’s a feast for eyes, proceed
In crap flow and feed on rap but bleed when slapped with reality gonna need
A bandage for the damage now, but somehow manage the true creed
I’m a sailor to be free like a whaler at sea looking for Moby Dick
Using a Ben Kinobe trick when the force is with me I’m holy and quick
See blind flaws with divine laws suck wine through straws
Rhymes chew on new behinds like jaws written by Robert Shaw