My tool of trade is a whisper in your ear
You shall come to know me when I spread my fear
Stomping my naked foot on a land taking bites of itself
Placing CHRIST Our Savior on an old dusty shelf
Nothing you can do or say shall detour my wicked way
Feasting on the guilty's pride, my gluttony no longer can I hide
Is it the sin of cowardess or the prejudice heart
The taste of your sin sometimes can be just a tad bit tart
My feast shall be emense, your society on the brink
Like the Titanic, I watch your World sink
To the depths of Hell, every last one of you couldn't care
To goff at brotherhood, something humanity cannot share
Trip your brother, for street cred this is funny
To catch a bee with vinegar...