I am the Rap Sir*
Spittin’ them bars, sir,
Bible-writin’ keyboard captain clicking that mouse, sir.
Rollin on the net, dawg.
Exegetin’ text, dawg.
Parsin’ n' rehearsin’ every version of the Word, dawg.
Killin’ it like Samson.
Get my mad study on,
Rightly dividin and stylin any time the light’s on.
Bruh, you know that’s all smoke,
Nothin’ but a lil’ joke
Aint no kinda rap folk
Humor is my dank toke
Happy like a light yoke
Waiting for
the rapture so this Rap Sir can be captured by the Master into pastures of great stature and where all the saints are gathered, Lord come faster, show your masterstroke!
*
Transliterated from a Hebrew word meaning “middle-aged Midwest suburban Carlton-dancing dork whose actual rap skills would make Spongebob look like Lecrae.”