Rhyme with the Author-Mind
Impregated Mother Earth, and she birthed from the dirt Father-Time
You're Insane-Believing I've Came-To-Weaken
Praying for my down-fall, the town's all like farmers to a Raining-Season
Raining acid on the Garden-Or-Eden
Pardon-My-Speaking, Reason why eve Tripped on Apple of Treason
I don't even need to be Breathing
Show me a Heathen, I'll show you a nigga that's about to be converted by Demons