Spike:  
I’m the father of anything that’s been done before  
I was sparring with you, I ain’t even begun the war  
I like darkness, I don’t know what the sun is for  
Y’all have small hammers, y’all must be the son of Thor  
Don’t need hands, telepathically the sword will draw  
That’s the reason that you motherfuckers is running for  
I saw the angel Gabriel y’all who we coming for  
Y’all lock your part the same hell when I confronted y’all  
I can ascend without any physical death  
I can repent without any physical breath  
To me it’s not a discussion it’s invisible chess  
And if the vodka not Russian then it ain’t hitting the chest  
I can talk about drugs, guns, deading your shit  
I can talk about the Torah and dimensional shifts  
The power of the almighty is what’s sent through my lips  
The power of the almighty when the sentinel spits