on half of your visage, mark of the two faces

I'm the true satan a god to you pagans

come to sit in his throne and rule over this cruel nation

I have the serpents tongue it ropes into a noose

when ever I speak because I choke ya with the truth

call me god sitting in the throne of vicious gloom

spitting out seeds that grow forbidden fruit

I attract those with no hope because I am so dope

it's my flows they go toke and then I blow smoke

threw their own throats laugh as these hos choke

then I attack the brain matter until they abandon their own domes

they roam with red eyes but know they're not awake

I've turned them into zombies my music is all they crave

the addiction forever haunts their brains speaking this monster's name

Lucem Ferre, Lucifer, the fucking god of hate

RydaFoLife said
It's cute that you think making the last word of every line rhyme is rap. 

Is that really all you can see in that verse? :/ 

Start it off proper with a 5 syllable rhymescheme

So dope over dose intravenous killin'em...  IV

Goin' 'South' of'er 'island,' f'triller than IRY

Bringin' the heat to these sixteen bars little bit fiery...

Trained to treat the track to travesty critical IC...   (U/you)...

U/You left to a darker fate than a cynical mind sees

Then I get away slicker than political tyranny

Rollin' up always intendin' t'get-as-high-as-I-can-be

Displayed a couple skills, but haven't yet presented intent.

Pure, untainted chaos, just equity in essence.

The dots of the yin-yang, expression in friendship'n'consensus

Shadow teacher bring the separate to the irregular for ascension

Sick o' da gibberish want some wicked shit instead?

Kick in a stiff bitches lips and stick my dick in the bitches head.

Fuckin'r mother's udders wid it and lit it drip into her little sister's spread

Kickin' it wid the kid can git different a little bit but here it is: I am Gilgamesh.