This is a song about "Proselyte quasi raillery ribald supine vignette mirage"

I cough, i thought this thunderfuck was creating a mirage,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

But my mind wanders and creates me a mirage

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I've got these stupid bitches tied up at the mirage,

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

I wrecked her treasure because i'm ribald

The path to victory's a mirage, the road is just/

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was