Mind Fucked

The stars and its constellations don't seem to be properly aligned.  
Your inhumane tactics and vile forms of restraints can't send huge warps through out mind.  
There is no getting to the nooks and crannies of my psyche.  
You try to finger my brain and rummage through the pearls of its contents, like it's a clit.  
You would think he got voodoo the way he tries to control and direct my every movements, like a damn puppeteer.  
But like a Phoenix risen in the skies, bathing in sun rays; I will soar across the galaxies and own my title as the top tier.  

You would think I'm rambo the way I came dressed up all black hunting and shooting you down with this much ammo.  
I'll go on an all out war with you, like it's Baghdad before I let you disrupt me from protecting my peace.  
So, you better come correct and strapped up if you ready for this battle; militant mindset dressed down in all camo.  
A true feminine goddess I got the jujus that'll have you not seeking a brothel, but instead seeking spritual guidance from a priest without a false title.