Lyrics:

On a cold night with a blood moon 
They hear pray tell come soon
A crazed beast with typhoon 
Saliva on your iTunes
   Heads down in their fake news 
But Still they slowly make room
Pitchforks. Here take two
Hes a bitch dork that hates you
   Now in earshot, they hear Josh
Preceded by a great boom
Dear God it cant be true!
Fear not! For it's only doooooom
  Now like a special needs demi God
A fat, white broke Fetty Wap
Like liquor through your netti pot
He spreads his limbs and belly floooooooooppppsss




Produced by Austin Ruhstorfer at River City Studios Grand Rapids MI

Botched Baptism

cat·e·go·ra·cle
/ˌkadəˈɡôrək(ə)l
adjective
unambiguously explicit and direct.

Mission Statement:

To deliver a sermon of categorical truth as seen from behind the lense of a man constantly questioning everything, including himself. To articulate through rap and prose, gesticulate through rhyme and jokes, illustrate the minds decline from the great divine to the Mighty Woke. I must be heard.

Botched Baptism

Categoracle