Word To God

I throwback Jager
Flesh I must have some but none for later
Passing party favors to all ya neighbors
Statistically
A cannibal in the work of mystic wizardry
Whose reading this seriously feeling me
Where I rest is not home
Dark ball wax walls and a ceiling that's a dome
Is where I reside in
The sky is never ending whirlwinds
Hurdling over planets
So I'm pretty sure I can crush you in the palm of my hand bitch
Stamina that matches a tarantula
And if I ever get stepped on
I will turn into the almighty God
Make you crawl over the burning asphalt, shit
This is what you asked for
A demon in its final form
I could tell ya whose next to do the bombing
But to be honest
That's info the weak folk must not know
Trap you in a pine box no peep holes its sealed closed
Locked myself behind a cellar door
Waiting for hell and more got hell a bored
Escaped
I have the will break the necks of
Anything that slithers like a snake that's a heads up
I would grab you and squeeze until your pores bleed
I never let up
Jedi mind
Plus I got a million lives have not wasted one
Ancient still not aged a bit and I been here since time begun
The verbal Ebola
My presence alone would hurt culture
With the inner beast to go blood like soft drinks
Perfectly obsolete
Speed agility and never really breath
Half being that can imitate a zombie
Gods inside me limitless
My brain picture the image less
Its not to tell we are different
My sixth sense is omniscient
The only living Magician to clone women
I'm No Gimmick
Manipulate the earth you're on in one sentence
Tampered with damn words til' I made the fourth dimension
Everyday I invent, the killer effect
No disrespect, I don't like mankind