A Cut Above

I'm having a hard time starting this one
Again, the subject is just to atroshish
I still have to use rhymes and make sure it's fun
All while maintaining my focus
But looking though the scope this
Goes back to the beginning
Before things were so hopeless
And the planet starting spinning
They say our lights need dimming
So they cut our lines at birth
To me, it's like the house is skimming
And I just don't see the worth
Now, imagine you're a freshly squirt
Alone in a cold nursery
No Frankensen or expensive myrrh
Just a head chalk full of cursory
Knowledge of adversity
Or what your future has in store
We're nowhere near the person we
Become when we have more
Options to explore
So for now we trust our parents
And if a decision is thought poor
Well, It's their fault that the dare went
Triple dog gone parrot
Repeating bad decisions
Its like they don't know there's a variant
To dad's crazy ass religion
But it comes from lack of vision
Both from foresight and from hind
As to why the goyim circumcision
Is still not seen as crime

So again, you've just arrived
And now your brain's making connections
You still have your mother in your eyes
Even if you were C-sectioned
And one of American males first lessons
Might just help to explain
Why there's so much blind aggression
Poisoning the collective vain
See, trama wrecks the brain
And there's probably not much worse
Than the message in the pain
Most newborns feel before some nurse
But see the chosen know the hurt
And the damage this shit does
Which is why they brilliantly break the curse
With a party pushing love
The whole family's there, with hugs
But that only hides the truth
Since the moyle's mouth then sucks the blood
Its pedophilic at its root
And yet the mutilation proves
How dumb the goyim are
It's a custom of the Jews
And our worlds are worlds apart
The PTSD from the start
Is lessened by the briss
But when we see their hidden cards
How do goyim still submit
We're like fingers in a fist
We fight our best United
And if ignorance is bliss
Well... It's time we fuckin riot

Now if your kids are in the room
You may want to have them leave
Since the violence you allow consumed
Is only ok when on TV
But with sexuality
You keep them in the closet
You teach them women are the beast
And fairytales are prophets
And for all those born with small sticks
Do you know we're born with help
That is, until we are accosted
The feeling that is felt
By the notches in our belt
Would be good enough to steal
Since the opinion that is held
Is that Ruffled ridges make the meal
And pulling back the shield
The scarf that is created
Will bring a stronger yield
When her flower's celebrated
See, the ram rod men are made with
Is meant to knock down walls
Female country's meant to be invaded
You just have to.. have the balls
And of course you'd drop more jaws
If you had more on your table
But where are the laws
To protect us from the fable
They wrote to enable
Mutilation by their pedophiles
We don't choose the label
But our fight seems quite gentile

My baloney has a first name
Its.. what the hell is going on "omfing g"
My baloney has a second name
Its.. please don't cut the God damn lawn "FU and JC"
Mutilating kids might be
Why things are done so violently

Everything belongs
And the removal needs to stop
Circumcision is the ULTIMATE wrong
It's time that bubble pop