Blasphemy (Alternate Version)

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This is my introduction
I will start it off by saying something
That might come off as insane
This world's got a problem
And I think it's a lack of a brain
Tell me why kids want to be so rude
And they insult people over keyboards, and still joke about Jews
It's lewd and it's motherfucking crude
I'm telling you because they get all sexual and think it's cool to thrust out their genitals
When it's inevitable they will never be anything more than a downright embarrassing spectacle
Calling people incels, scrubs, losers, and faggots
Coming from the mouth of maggots calling people out for being of status that sets them far above the rest
But it doesn't matter when everybody thinks that they're the best
So, let's break it down for those in the back
The attack of a black storm cloud is in fact
The best thing you kids these days lack
You can cry all you want, but you should go back to the amniotic sac
Pay attention, motherfucker
Here's the hook
Because it's time
To put this country back in contention
Don't worry about the way
That everybody says that goodness has gone astray
Cause at the end of the day, the game we all play isn't cheatable
It's feasible that it's okay being gay
But, shit, what do I even know
I know the value of money, silver, integrity, and gold
Has dropped into hell below
Below the bar that we have set so low
This world's in need of a villain that God has sent to be shown
I say, you say
It's okay, right
Don't worry about a single thing anyway
Because at the end of the day, we're all gonna die
Right, wrong
This life is just the second stage of the way we live in this universe, and this verse is proof that Gucci music, and Five hundred dollar purses need a sadistic brain surgeon to sever Their organs
Kill it, seal it in the ground
Measure six feet, and then stomp all around
Even then, they'll still be trying to make you frown and put you down
Eh eh
Even then, they'll still be trying to make you frown and put you down
I'm the king of seeing the shit that you are
Don't worry, I'm about to break it down in bars
I'm the king of seeing the shit that you are
Kill it, sealing it in the ground six feet down
Even then, they'll still be trying to make you frown and put you down
I'm about to break it down in bars from Mars
Don't worry about the way
That everybody says that goodness has gone astray
Cause at the end of the day, the game we all play isn't cheatable
It's feasible that it's okay being gay
But, shit, what do I even know
I know the value of money, silver, integrity, and gold
Has dropped into hell below
Below the bar that we have set so low
This world's in need of a villain that God has sent to be shown
So, hey, look my way, I'm the one that'll get you through
The one and only Lebowski that's about the normal dudes
Who are almost killing themselves simply just to provide for their family and me and you too
So, hey, I'm the man that's devised a plan
To reap the grim reaper who is the damn epitome of what I've been saying
So, one more time, for even those in the front
Let's make another verse just out of fun
You said this
I said that this isn't just a rap, it's a plan to attack the lack of tact that runs down the back
Of the slap mouth bitches that really aren't anything but whack, like a fucking hacky sack
And I've been through the worst of the worst
And the best of the best
And I've had people figuratively stab me in the chest
Yet, my heart's still beating to this beat
That's an achievement and a feat
All you phony motherfuckers just got put in your seat
So, bye, bye
Remember this guy, guy
That you don't fly by
And remember you're not sly, sly
And I'm onto you, and I'll put you through
The hell real fighters go through
Then we'll see who the real villains are
When the time comes to raise the bar
So, consider this formal death for you
It's no longer a mother-clucking show for you
The credits are rolling, next up is something new
You're not the one who deserves the crown, so get the f*ck out

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