Rectum Rhetoric

Yo CK let's release The Kraken on these Random Catholics, Let's Go!

From the Vatican's dome to the pews in the sticks, they preaching out there rear end, theology's a trick. Hollow doctrines, Yeah, they stink of decay, Words from the bottom, Not the Holy way. They sit on thrones, claiming truth divine, But the source suspect, like boxed-up wine. Pontiff's crew spinning tales that dont connect, From a place where the sun dont reflect.

From the depths they preach! it's dark, not deep.

Rectum rhetoric, doctrines smelling counterfeit, Digging deep, but the truth don't fit. Rectum rhetoric, sermons sounding counterfeit, preaching from a pit, but the soul won't commit.

Confession booth secrets, whispers of despair, But they preach from a depth that don't breathe air. Scripture twisted, like intestines in a bind, They looking for the light but they too confined. Holy water murky, chalice got a crack, They sipping on the past, but the faith's off track. Incense clouds rise, but the scent ain't clean, A gospel from below ain't the message of The King.

From the depths they preach! it's dark, not deep.

Rectum rhetoric, doctrines smelling counterfeit, Digging deep, but the truth don't fit. Rectum rhetoric, sermons sounding counterfeit, preaching from a pit, but the soul won't commit.

Citing your Rectum as a Source? Thats wild, An unholy chorus, Quoting the gut like it's a divine thesaurus, Say the body's a temple, now they flexin' intestines, Doctrines a stretch, like gymnastics confessin!

The Insanity is too much for This Ninja, gotta go [Heavy Laughing]