[Verse 1]
Can't be touched, lightning strike hitting the earth
Is kinda like the beat when I finally decide spit a verse
If your scared go to church, thats how he turned to a preacher
Of non-believers, adolescents and male deceivers  
A teacher of evil, Mastermind of the sequel 
We only speak Inglish and spreading it to the people
Then Shoot em up, mindset of an abstinent 
Cause he's the reason for dads absence And adds that his
Dad was a faggot left damage and no compassion 
So his ego is somewhere buried where the hatchet is
Used to chop limbs, non-surgical
Considering to dig it back up just to murder you
With your Top off, human drain hung vertical
After a dedicated death grip 'round his cervical 
This shit ain't personal
But I spit on pussys and leave it dead for its funeral
I'm the one, Satan's son, damn these kids start too young
No fun, pop one in your head with my BB gun
Never old, bronze to gold, only 8 years to go
No secret message to claim that he sold his soul
2020