(Verse 1) Drooling, in my childhood still fooling In the 4th grade I found myself in my schooling The class was suddenly interrupted Two towers fall on 9/11 by the corrupted The so-called devil's plans were abrupted The world was supposed to be reset on Y2K — to meet its end But Mother Earth — the timeline she would bend Yahweh's plans to the dump she sends At the time, the message would not transcend Tears on the American people as the Twin Towers descend To their end Let's get to it — no conspiracies or play pretend (Verse 2) It was all a damn tantrum — all because he got ghosted So his incompetence and anger busted Sacrificed the wrong person and soon his plans were dusted I will show you, Elohim, why Jesus isn't spelled with a J jesus is spelled with a G — quit your wordplay I crumbled all your secrets — relax, this is just foreplay Your wack-ass 666 truth — I'll display Nothing much to it — just that the 6 is a replicate, just clones But he's weak — doesn't carry the essence of the Father Weak to breathe, weak to the bones Also the fact that he flipped — now Lucifer no longer moans (Verse 3) Cut both your domes — for fucking with the human's chromosomes Did you at least get smarter watching me since you hacked my phones? I see your strategy — weak as fuck To my eyes, it falls in tragedy Let me break it down — fuck your crown Watch how you drown Lucifer and Yahweh — or the Jesus with a J, the Jew You know the ones that call themselves the chosen ones — the few Some cold play — softer than fondue Well, Lucifer — who's just some broad known as Pocahontas Or as I like to call it — a fucking traitor But a fucking snake is no alligator She confronts the real jesus to discredit While later Yahweh shows up and they team up for the merit Pushing away the real from the picture — so yeah, your truth — bare it (Verse 4) Rats trying to be parrots Come to me, bugs — let me end you with your carrot jesus was not an Annunaki I would never be something so tacky But we can do a 2 versus 1 — I'll show you how this jesus trains like Baki Matter of fact — add Epstein and Helen DeGeneres — perverted weak lackeys 4 versus one — yet you won't land a hit or be able to attack me My speed so dope — you won't track me Drugs are bad for you — mmmkayyy, Mackie (Outro) I am the 4th Espada The one that will send both of you to Valhalla A bunch of weaklings that don't come in person — full of blah blah blah I look at you guys and say: "Wow — that's your leader?" Two fools who are a bunch of cheaters I'll show you their strength — simple bleeders Have them leaking liters I beat his ass already when he was Yahweh — and was as big as 7 meters But even with that big-ass vessel in battle — I'm his death dealer.