11 29 19

Happy Thanksgiving/ 
My stomach full of emcees they stuffing/
 dressing
Dressed to kill if looks could kill I’m drop dead gorgeous/
Wings golden like the Cherubim on the ark of the Covenant/
I’m looking with Indiana Jones and Sherlock Holmes/
I skin rappers I’m trying to read their thoughts/
Then I turn them into Gems Crystal skulls/
Crystal Gems I’m in Stevens universe/
I’m light years ahead I’m leaving the universe/
You got a little buzz/ I’m on my way to the enemies fortress/
Few survived Halloween it’s still heads popping up inside pumpkins/
I don’t like actors I crashed the filming doing the movie production/
Tackled the director/ Now I’m in a jacuzzi bubbling/
Spiritual Warfare it’s been a long day let me loosen my buttons/
Now I’m in a suit I just infiltrated through the Government
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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