2016 Atheist Dreadnought

Torn still, with the sword and shield For morbid thrill Snow for killing lords With a quarter skill I'm going ill Fuck Caitlyn Jenner That award belong to Lauren Hill I slay beginners Even though hiphop's on this blue-pill shit Dude still spits Slay a king in the open And fools nil quit Fuck Allah and his righeousness I can never serve him If heaven consists of Members of ISIS fucking virgins But I'm another person Religion of peace? You lying through your turban Vividly The shit I speak will make a feminist cringe Him and his friends, remind'em that this isn't pretend Listen good I've had it with this first world victimhood offence culture Same plank to walk, different wood Dear, need a favor Aryan invaders will ask If you're carrying papers Marry the bankers Call on you to celebrate a lazy creator Then damn you for not accepting the savior Sworn for glory Ever-wrecking your shitty origin story It's boring but corny I spin the cermons normally yawning Last mission? amass wisdom Now it's spitting it in a way To break the slave in a black christian I can't peak, my lyrics they lead antions I fill graveyards with the hindu and greek pantheons Our climb is steady, rising high You monkeys still want a messiah Even if it comes in the form of a professional liar The art of deception admired by the masses Watch them cheer and go defend The foot that's planted in their asses All Yah's kids smash it, culled for negativity (????) The clergy got'em fading, they Camus becomes a symphony Spewing the mountain's litany, a bullshit rhetoric Singalongs and prayers about freedom that you will never get So what's the latest outrage? Tell me who you (ain't viewing [?]) Post another twitter status Only venom you will spit That's probably why I remember shit Cause everything about you weak From politics to music you rocking Even the words you speak I'm supposed to buy into the shit that you spout When you think sheep herders from Babel days Have figured this out? Man fuck that Fall back on the Kabbalah and on your Nasheed Your lack of critical thinking And little slave complex With all the pansy-talk continued by the offence You people need to listen more before you cry, and talk less Old people lie in coffins and lashing it out? comedians! (????) Devoting all their time and your resources to feeding them Well real rapists see killers, racists and villains In the place that you're building But ain't the ones you chase and your feeling says great So channel energy on the actual threat You say that Greydon raping tacos was an act of regret Let's ask the taco if it's possible that he can repent Ignore the contents of the statement so that we can be next To wave the flag for your gender, please believe the intent It's just irrelevant We lead a modern people to death (????) My nigga, please You're only feeding them lies, bare and deceit (????) Like it's a weapon of destruction, only blind and the weak No denying it's a cruel world and we're fighting the beast But if our skin is not (a) thick, engage a bodysome feast (????) In 2016, it's the plea to the populace Please be less unformed, to be less obvious These followers would rather force religion into politics Living the words of liars, salesmen (and for/four/forced or enforced [?]) scholarships Send me to hell's gates, I'm sick of your stalemate With (that?) (and) [?] union try to sell me a failsafe Making sense of the world without the son of god From every contrary department of [?] christian commentary (listen) And the chance of me staying silent? As likely as finding Cat Williams in a science class Research band in every church you ever ran in Behind closed doors: closed minds, closed canons Skeptic put the hand in his pockets Here, studying topics That would've made a jealous man of a prophet With the flow As dirty as any industry unregulated Here they'd rather celebrate the uneducated So I'm privileged? Okay, I'll ble the black pot You can be the kettle While you type on your laptop Talking about privilege Bitch, you hit the jackpot A first world citizen King of the have-got So I offend your silly ass, I'm still writing Bitch, I took deGrasse from Neil Tyson I told you I'm a black pot You're a crackpot And an asscot The SJW mascot Your worldview Is a cloud of distortion Always outrage Bullshit, out of proportion You scream loud enough And now it's important There's real problems out there But now we ignore them So genocide, step aside For the gender tide Get rendered petrified Every time I get online Man, did I offend you? Great, you can get in line I shut my fucking mouth But I might offend a mime