Fold the flags on these rappers GHOST’EM (4x)
AND
SEND’EM to GOD
SEND’EM to GOD
SEND’EM to GOD

Fear is the motivator
NO. I Incenerator
Render your verse to vapor
There is no resuscitator
Nothing in common there’s no –
Common denominator electrifying like a puddle and
Cattleprod
Depleted optimism ability to feel tomorrow is
Better obliterated world of hurt
Rendered MC’s – nothing but dust and
Dead memories of no significance –
Not even prayer made the slightest difference –

Fold the flags on these rappers GHOST’EM – and
SEND’EM to GOD
SEND’EM to GOD
SEND’EM to GOD

I wear a shoe size 11 –
Walking on water cause I can’t swim –
Cut you off and call it castration
On hold – put your career on call waiting –
In disarray like puzzle pieces
Deflate your world it’s a toy – brings me joy
It’s a you I despise I’m a prize –
A piss soaked pamper –
She got a ticket to ride –
Smelly socks and a set of some dull serrated steak knives –
A warm orange soda – for a plate of a side of salty
Soggy fries – add another stain to your shirt –
Your prose a Disney princess –
I keep my mic malicious –
You like a kid still learning – but don’t know
Shit (2x)
Or was you always this stupid –
Muzzle your noisemaker no thunder
You stillborn in the dark practicing dead
Head full of bubblegum
Broken pencil pointless –
You a tater tot you ain’t hot to trot
You’s a tater tot.
An edible – on a mic, a forgettable
Intimate w/ fear like an animal that’s wounded
An infant –
Thrown in a furnace defenseless –
Get the pages of your life torn out
DON’T CRY, SCREAM –
A place to rhyme w/o getting hurt is your dreams –
Vacant and vapid –
Let’s vacate the vacant and vapid –
W/o merriment – homeless a permanence
A dingy sleeping bag a sidewalk
Sleepover no residence w/ broken toy
Abandonment –
A permanence –
I was burden with excellence
Sun James Ra Brown –
Stripped naked and forced to sit tethered
In front of two large air conditioner
Units getting soaked by water poured
Onto my body from a bucket
I’m cold wit it – I’m frigid-
You room temperature tepid-

Fold the flags on these rappers GHOST’EM –
And send’em to GOD send’em to GOD
Send’em to GOD
Taste your tears lonesome –
Glitter scrotum – super sad disco party
All treble no bass shrill insignificant –
Not even prayers make the difference –
SUN JAMES RA BROWN – it’s quite odd –
They don’t sell beds @ Bed, Bath, and Beyond –
I’m beyond – a thousand dimensions away since ‘97
Since I came back – from 2043 AD
The raising hell infinite Lucifer lips –
Big Sauce Razor Boss
Smash traditions fort – I say unto them fools
W/ words – a womanizer got letters to
Anal fist beats @ the beach
You can’t have it –
The author of his horror –
Fate is a lie
Destiny is a book you write yourself
History is the present
The future unannounced
Til I arrived
Say my mind –
Say my mind –
Say my mind –
Let’em all fear my mind –
SUN JAMES RA BROWN -
Diplomacy is out the window –
2 days ago – her ass was worthless –
No fizz a flat surface if you asked me –
2 hours ago, it’s augmented –
Her spread ass cheeks hid the scent of
New upholstery.
Dig the crazy grave she had a shape that made
Corpses jump out the casket an hourglass
And dead set to cause a trouser tent –
Rigor mortis –
Over bass pounding like the heart in your chest –
Letters promiscuous – wearing a turtleneck
Slightly aroused from light choking – suffocation
And all kinds of fun - avant-phonetic phosphorous
914 elitist – I don’t play pretentious – never
Underestimate their dumbassiness –
As a listener I’m over cautious –
Like a blow job from a girl with big chompers
Snacking on a tree trunk w/ an overbite
Woefully picturing my dick – reduced
To a toothpick – but barely opened her mouth wide enough to say Aloysius – w/o
A lisp – yet she was overly confident –
It would be out of this world –
Similar to you her boast of her prowess –
Was just utter nonsense – Mueller report
Disappointment – this overzealous –
Lorena Bobbitt – bit off the dick now
I’m bloody stubby rendered un-con-scious –
I’ve - seen – birthday – candles – hotter – than- you –
And those got blown out too you cockless
Cockroaches, save your breath for your next life –
Pain is a terrible color –
Stress is a terrible lover –

From pain to power seamlessly
Working while no one is watching –
I go berserk commonplace calamity
Of wildfire human-induced lost war
Of global warming not keen to ween
From fossil fuels grown wealthy
Carbon heavy industrial development
The blaze rage that California
Inmates tried to save for $2 a day
To your eyes – I’m NOT surprised –

No one’s watching -
No one’s watching -
No one’s watching