Ms. Lu-nacy...

What woman in her right mind    
Sacrificing the death of their worthless soul on a cross    
Even Jesus knows you are a has been, in the fire, headfirst you were tossed    
Now I could understand why your mother left a cursed basket case behind    
She felt the scratches of her demon child clawing in her womb while you festered hell inside    
And all this time you want people to pity you    
I feel sorry for her she had to carry and had to hide the truth    
No, it was the seed she was carrying that she squeezed out      
She could not even bask in her miracle, you were the temptation spoils from the jackal insemination that gave her honor, but no spiritual clout    
You are the spawn most demons brag in Hell about    
     
Woman you have really lost your mind, and to the Creator you are the burning fire of Sodom and Gomorrah    
A freak birthed with hidden horns told in the Holy Bible, the Holy Quran, and not to forget, the Torah    
And you keep retuning to the beginning with your Juju fangs and your spiked nails    
Harvesting souls to take them back to hell    
You are a joke and I do not know why I am wasting my mental time    
You are one second short of opening your vile thighs, for the offering to let Lucifer nutt when he grinds    
Closing your eyes, wishing for a King    
Wake up, demoness nobody wants that foul stench, not even in dog’s wet dream    
You have polluted and sour climaxing cream    
            
Mm… I do love when a schizophrenic cunt comes at me, taking cash shit                
You best be able to back it up, what, you want to become my private trolling bitch                
You want to see what the fuss is about when reading why a Hebrew King feens to taste this honeycomb slit                
If not, quit acting like a salivating animal with mental related issues, you’re just a waste of an immature woman who wishes she could gobble up a Sire’s dick                          
Ain’t no padded alyssum gonna save you                
You must be asking for a mental ass flogging, therefore, I’ll give you your just due                
          
It’s best not to come to a cat fight with a dull knife        
If you’re that hard pressed for poetic drama, put a gun to your temple and end your own fucking life                
You better put a cap on that. I see why you spouse stepped out on you, abandoned the lust and comforts of his lunatic wife                
Who now have problems staying sane, however, that’s your strife                
                
Did I forget to mention                
If the heats too hot for you demon, then stay out of other folks kitchen                
You want this ass, then hoe, you better pull out some tough guns                
I have never backed down from a stinky cunt, or refuse to run                
You only talking my game