Rhyme time

Bitch, put your mic back in your purse,

 

In my perverse universe

 

He tried to murk me, he's too weak, he need to rehearse

 

Think i need a new purse

 

I'm just trying to disperse words for a rich verse.

 

You way afraid, and your religion founded the kkk,

 

I would call you gay, but it would just be like an ordinary day,

 

Killin' kkk, kickin' kingdoms, keepin' keen

 

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean.

 

Else clean land, water, air

 

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

 

People don't condone what they've never seen

 

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

 

You look at me, you'll never guess

 

Here trife clean up this mess.