The Toilet of his mouth is the Sham
By Andre Austin
I’m the toilet mouth of my cult
From my tongue I engage wordplay to insult
“The Throne” I sat upon is my lower lip, the upper is the cover seat
They flap wildly up and down as he speak
My followers worship him from the plumping Tower of Mary’s Peak
My Tongue is the silver sword
My followers call me “Messiah” & “Lord”
I hypnotize, charm and deceive with thy Word
My Violin plays the strings of my vocal cords
I’m the barber of Servile
I got diarrhea at the mouth whenever I shout,
It cuts both ways good and its Vile
The Crapper has overflowed with feces set in a mud pile
His voice could have had the sound of water when at peace for awhile
Something like the Heaven-fallen Nile
With all the frogs coming out his mouth he still has a smile
Its ironic he claim some of the Hebrews live in the gutter
Where is the blackman’s hell is someone’s heaven as we live in the cut
Our ghetto is our Hut
Heaven one once ours from our goddess Nut
But we forget its secret words and can’t pray cuz we stutter
But I gave you 3 Devils served on a golden platter
But the die is still set until they see my blood splatter
The price to tell the naked truth is the equinox Cross
The black Godfather of the Toilet take orders from his boss
The crowds are still hooked from the sounds of his magic spell
And reject the true history of Satan’s Gospels
From the truth I purify in a crystal like shower
While false hood drains down the mouth of the toilet with no more power
Now I hear gunshots from their Tower
At my gravesite will they at least lay a black flower
With inscriptions on the Tombstone:
“The toilet mouth sure did its harm
Everyone was fooled by the magic of The Charm”
By Andre Austin
I’m the toilet mouth of my cult
From my tongue I engage wordplay to insult
“The Throne” I sat upon is my lower lip, the upper is the cover seat
They flap wildly up and down as he speak
My followers worship him from the plumping Tower of Mary’s Peak
My Tongue is the silver sword
My followers call me “Messiah” & “Lord”
I hypnotize, charm and deceive with thy Word
My Violin plays the strings of my vocal cords
I’m the barber of Servile
I got diarrhea at the mouth whenever I shout,
It cuts both ways good and its Vile
The Crapper has overflowed with feces set in a mud pile
His voice could have had the sound of water when at peace for awhile
Something like the Heaven-fallen Nile
With all the frogs coming out his mouth he still has a smile
Its ironic he claim some of the Hebrews live in the gutter
Where is the blackman’s hell is someone’s heaven as we live in the cut
Our ghetto is our Hut
Heaven one once ours from our goddess Nut
But we forget its secret words and can’t pray cuz we stutter
But I gave you 3 Devils served on a golden platter
But the die is still set until they see my blood splatter
The price to tell the naked truth is the equinox Cross
The black Godfather of the Toilet take orders from his boss
The crowds are still hooked from the sounds of his magic spell
And reject the true history of Satan’s Gospels
From the truth I purify in a crystal like shower
While false hood drains down the mouth of the toilet with no more power
Now I hear gunshots from their Tower
At my gravesite will they at least lay a black flower
With inscriptions on the Tombstone:
“The toilet mouth sure did its harm
Everyone was fooled by the magic of The Charm”