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Aight, check it, I’m callin’ you out, you ol’ sneaky snake, by the Big Homie who judges the quick and the dead, by the One who made you, by the One who spun the whole universe into bein’. I’m talkin’ ‘bout the One who got the juice to send yo’ tail straight to hell. So skedaddle, right now, with all yo’ lil’ demon homies, from this child of God, N., who’s posted up safe in the Church. I’m callin’ you out again, + (on the forehead), not ‘cause I’m strong, but ‘cause the Holy Ghost got that power. Dip out from this child of God, N., who the Almighty made in His own image. So back down, not ‘cause of me, but ‘cause I’m reppin’ Christ. It’s Christ’s power that’s makin’ you bounce, the same One who put you in check with His cross. You better shake in yo’ boots ‘fore that mighty arm that smashed through them dark prison walls and led souls to the light. Let the fear that’s got this person shook, + (on the chest), the fear that’s got this image of God shook, + (on the forehead), fall on you. Don’t even think ‘bout stallin’ or fightin’—dip out from this person, ‘cause Christ decided to make His crib in ‘em. Don’t get it twisted ‘cause you know I ain’t perfect—nah, it’s God + Himself callin’ you out; it’s the majestic Christ + droppin’ the orders. God the Father + got the mic, God the Son + spittin’ truth, God the Holy + Ghost layin’ it down. The mystery of the cross + got you shook. The faith of the OG apostles Peter and Paul and all the saints + got you shook. The blood of the martyrs + got you shook. The self-control of the confessors + got you shook. The prayers of all the holy ones + got you shook. The whole Christian faith + got you shook.
So bounce, you sinner. Dip, you trickster, full of lies and schemes, enemy of good, hater of the innocent. Move, you nasty thing, step aside, you monster, make room for Christ, ‘cause you ain’t found nothin’ of yours in Him. He already took your powers, wrecked your kingdom, locked you up, and snatched your weapons. He tossed you into the outer darkness, where eternal Ls wait for you and your crew. Why you still frontin’? Why you still tryna act tough? You guilty before the Almighty, whose laws you broke. You guilty before His Son, Jesus Christ, who you tried to test, who you thought you could nail to the cross. You guilty before all of humanity, ‘cause you served ‘em that poison Kool-Aid of death.
So I’m callin’ you out, you wild dragon, in the name of the flawless + Lamb, who stomped on the snake and the basilisk, who took down the lion and the dragon. Dip out from this person + (on the forehead), dip out from the Church of God + (signin’ the folks around). Shake and run when we call on the name of the Lord, who makes hell itself tremble, who the angels, powers, and dominions bow to, who the Cherubim and Seraphim praise nonstop, yellin’: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth. The Word made flesh + got the orders; the Virgin’s Son + got the orders; Jesus + of Nazareth got the orders, who made you run like a punk when you tried His disciples, and when He kicked you out, you couldn’t even hop in some pigs without His say-so. So now, as I call you out in His + name, get gone from this person He made. You can’t fight His + will. You just hurtin’ yourself tryna fight back. The longer you stall, the worse it’s gon’ be for you; ‘cause you ain’t just messin’ with people—you messin’ with the One who rules the quick and the dead, who’s comin’ back to judge everybody and the whole world with fire.
So bounce, you sinner. Dip, you trickster, full of lies and schemes, enemy of good, hater of the innocent. Move, you nasty thing, step aside, you monster, make room for Christ, ‘cause you ain’t found nothin’ of yours in Him. He already took your powers, wrecked your kingdom, locked you up, and snatched your weapons. He tossed you into the outer darkness, where eternal Ls wait for you and your crew. Why you still frontin’? Why you still tryna act tough? You guilty before the Almighty, whose laws you broke. You guilty before His Son, Jesus Christ, who you tried to test, who you thought you could nail to the cross. You guilty before all of humanity, ‘cause you served ‘em that poison Kool-Aid of death.
So I’m callin’ you out, you wild dragon, in the name of the flawless + Lamb, who stomped on the snake and the basilisk, who took down the lion and the dragon. Dip out from this person + (on the forehead), dip out from the Church of God + (signin’ the folks around). Shake and run when we call on the name of the Lord, who makes hell itself tremble, who the angels, powers, and dominions bow to, who the Cherubim and Seraphim praise nonstop, yellin’: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth. The Word made flesh + got the orders; the Virgin’s Son + got the orders; Jesus + of Nazareth got the orders, who made you run like a punk when you tried His disciples, and when He kicked you out, you couldn’t even hop in some pigs without His say-so. So now, as I call you out in His + name, get gone from this person He made. You can’t fight His + will. You just hurtin’ yourself tryna fight back. The longer you stall, the worse it’s gon’ be for you; ‘cause you ain’t just messin’ with people—you messin’ with the One who rules the quick and the dead, who’s comin’ back to judge everybody and the whole world with fire.