(That Werk Freestyle)

It’s evident ya’ boy Emye came straight from the bottom//

The kid’s really a problem, they ain’t able to solve him//

Blazin’ like in Sodom, but straighter than a column//

I’m bathing in amazing grace of the Holy Father//

It doesn’t matter whether or not they gonna let’em//

Get in the game, I’ma just aim, serve’em and blessem’//

Working a sweat, cuz it's His name - we gonna tell’em//

Releasing my aggression, I fetch’em like Gawvi - GET EM//

I’m standing on a biblical pinnacle like a lyrical General//

What I pen into a sentence, yo, I spit at you//

Pikachu individuals, shock em with my polygonal//

Critical syllables that are combusting like in chemicals//

Locking it like a criminal, cocking it then I riddle you//

Devil you are so pitiful, bet you lose I rescinder you//

Get a clue like Scooby-doo//

Yeah its true you are headed to...

Hell, can’t you tell like a kettle you gonna get it dude?/

Hop on the pot - yeah flame on/

Get to grilling - filet mignon//

Steven Malcolm on the hook and. got the bait on/

Fishing and speaking for Christ like a liaison//

So get strapped on the back of these acrobat rappers/

We backpacking the wackest and body-bag trash’em//

The next act on the map, repping the Last Adam//

We got’em saying “Dag-Nabit!”

‘Cause we give’em that work//