You’d see satan rise from hell, run for president
And win by a landslide twice, twice, and twice again
before you see me at a loss for words.
Metaphorical volcanoes are never at a loss for lava

You’d see the day care
Sharing monkeys with the zoo
Before you see me lose my controversy.
My words are angels of mischief and they will choke the indifference out of you

I’m too real for plagiarism
I’m the question religion didn’t answer and politics didn’t ask
“Where did all the poor people go?”
I smacked the poverty off them and stole their problems
Now I’m rich with problems
I cheat WAY too much to lose
I’m beyond too real,
More than two ‘real’s
I’m 2(real)2
I’m the preacher who united math and English in holy matrimony
I’m the preacher who wrote his own bible
I didn’t get it from god
It’s too real to plagiarize