Channel of God's Grimace

I aint too righteous, i write with a passion
Take the dia and direct it west with ransom
Lab made and perfect
Got heat and ticket
Bloody and bodied I embody his image
Mack a variance malevolent i embrace the vintage

All of this showboat
All of this knowgloat
I'll be your very own scapegoat
Free yourself from the cyclic clownshow

Nobody there
All of you scared
Dissing missed ones
Hissing repeating anthems of victims

Why is there more shame
Why is there bare boned lame?
Is this what you think is game?
Shits so bland and tame, yall should be ashamed

You are not poseidon.
you rhyme ass like some poser and his strap on.

You are not a man or a child.
you literally start shit over and over and over always mild never wild.

None of u respect me
But fear my ability

If you had balls
Youd come and ball