Amazing Grace

Ahh.. what's the matter trailer trash    
No sane man in their divine mind not smelling on a rotten demoness' ass      
You keep trying to throw out in the midst of inhaling air    
Ya'll smell that, cunt pollution, hold your nose men, yes, we all know it's that Woodstock with that stinky flair    
We are not going to even do this, has been trick      
Misery loves company and I really do not have time to give you the energy of my spiritual gifts    
     
You still need a ladder to climb up to my clouds    
And we do not allow sewer rats, do I need to repeat myself or say it loud    
You got the game twisted, so pull up your glasses, tighten the flaps on your Depends    
You do not want to go there, your mind is not made to comprehend    
     
Listen carefully, please, what you got, what you have I do not want or have to covet    
I have been there, seen that and done that, ask the congregation they just love it    
Are you still envy of my flow    
You all mentally obsessed with the way my intellect consoles    
     
It appears you keep crossing my path, what, do you get hot under my wraith    
I can give your worthless life pizzaz, you have become a deranged female, look at the fact and do the math    
I am the Supreme knowing if you do not know    
The water that quenches souls, and that will occur no matter where I go    
Making me visit school yards playing hide and seek with a feeble-minded child    
Your mother was the one who left you behind, do I insult you for a person who have no home manners and runs senseless through the wild    
     
Grown up, come on, I cannot keep lowering to your hot bed of soiled mess    
You continue stay miserable, lost, drugged out, a misfit in this 3D dimension, you have already fainted under its stability's test    
I have brighter matters to attend, bigger agendas you will never understand, its peace, love, faith, demons only bring hell in the realm of their own lacking needs    
I suppose you have represented the wrong house when you twist the lock within your life with those hellish keys    
     
My Heavenly sphere is not yours to even attempt to breathe    
Open your mouth and allow that reigning brimstone down your throat, which, you shall always receive    
No one missed you when you were gone    
A returned nightmare still confused as ever, with the same old tired songs    
Are you not a grandmother, go back and slither in the black hole from whence you came    
Just like dear mommy dearest, I suppose who was just as tormented by her own demonic pain    
I am not a riddle, a fucking joke, or your poetic crutch    
In as much    
     
Because you cannot articulate, you are just and old bitch still spewing to this world hate    
I do not understand women of your kind or as for any woman who hold the energy of showing stupidities or trying to come off as being mean    
Yet, jumping, just a running into the plantation cotton fields to get to the King's dick, and disrespecting the Queen      
Not in my royal court and riding the Pale Horse it has never been my choice    
I know I bedazzle you, move you, soothe you, but you cannot touch my inner light    
It's that Haitian ideology, Yoruba Gods and Goddesses told upon the sacred strands of my hair ordained by the Eastern Star, as Kings and Queen galloping with spears in the cloak of night    
     
I will leave you with my lasting notes    
You are Baphomet in carnage, a hellish GOAT    
     
Float on Ms. Stinky