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Oilrockin’. Put a sock in, GodLogic. Satan’s got you burnin’ through lies you discern‑so‑well. Mychael JonPernell. He’s sitting on your panel, which you know so well. You dropped so fast, that I thought you fell. Psych’s unwell — every bar I drop makes his logic melt. I ring that JonPernell‑bell. While GodLogic, that hippo-potomic glitch, huge stick like a broken cyber‑psych robotic paradox. I’m the geologist‑ Oilrock Star specialist, analyzin’ every lie he twists.

He’s a frantic ventriloquist panickin’, mannequin‑stiff, counterfeit catalyst- an antisocial antagonist to his fabricated evangelist script. a pessimistic panelist with mist.

ballistic, characteristic of a hyper‑realist lyricist —

He’s a fictional theorist, furious. Mychael JonPernell in the back like “Rock, finish this.”

Outro

[little girls voice] show me on my doll where Satan’s lies touched you…