Limited Addition

The physics haven't changed from your nasal to your brain, Coke Sutra.

Blaspheme my God's name and I rent by garment in twain, Dončić Luka.

Settle your debt and in the same hour you settle stomach pain, call it kombucha.

Head hunters laugh when you bullet proof your chest in vain, they still shoot ya.

Return of the genuinely religious, but mentally conflicted libertine.

My academic pedigree is not prestigious, yet none oppose God's afflicted figurine.

Free speech is chocked out by the litigious, but guns will blaze like a predicted marine.

I am your Church appoint priest and last hope as listening confessor.

Out of our brotherhood you are the least, and absolution comes with pressure.

My mode is dangerously stuck on beast, a naked gun sits patiently on the dresser.

I'm not talking about Nickelodeon when I say it's slime time.

Sweep the series like a custodian, each verse has a prime rhyme.

I look better than the filters they show me in, stealing her heart was a fine crime.

I'm not going to do anything with it but locate my trash can and toss it.

Spear me the tears, I ain't a plumber, so don't play the role of leaky faucet.

Gems go over the heads of dumb and dumber, if my speed is too fast, pause it.

No amount of therapy can switch me from being apocalyptic.

All my lines hit with literal honesty and ain't one of them cryptic.

I am God's highly anointed, I don't care if you call me narcistic.

Let me reveal a world view that is totally inaccessible.

No tuition can provide it no matter the placement of the decimal.

Just like leather can not be pressed, in any situation I am not pressable.