Religion didn’t come to battle I came to start a crusade//
it’s like the time your mom tried to cut your throat instead of your navel string heeding my words//
her words of tongue putting her mouth to my much preferred - dick//
before she tried to cut your ass up with a switchblade//
the sacrifice she made to set you and your ass straight//
cuz as of late kid - Mj turned Muslim trickin’ya dick into knots like a braid//
simply put – there isn’t enough aid to get you'n ya gay ass laid//
as even the red cross’s child section failed to come to your aid//
but yo like gay-z you’re a renegade…//
nah you a fool running out of options//
cuz you too damn ugly to get laid//
so maybe you should consider adoptions//
cuz as of now you got two half limited options - Woody Allen or Jay-z//
Jay being Beyonce’s bitch is a slave…//
but at least he’s only actin gay without a woody on a tombstone reading puss licker engraved//
while Woody only looks like a pussy fucking his daughter waiting for the next bitch to be raised//
and then there is you - jus a bitch in the line of a rhyme in a phrase...period - just out of place.
