ID: OH! MY!
HE‘S ON FIRE!
Look at these fake ass miscreants with their cheap as satire
I’m a knight their my subservient squires waiting patiently until master retires
Only master’s desires want let him retire I slang rhetoric faster than crack on the wire
Preaching to the choir want even save you from my hell fire
Projected in colossal monogram stating I’m an “Archangel for hire”
Pleasurable instinct takes my medulla to its brink
My words intertwine lines that are always in sink
Unlike N Sync I don’t choke up under pressure nor do I disband
Globally, economically my flow is smuggled through countries like contraband
These Rugrats say I’m as animatronic as Zoids
Enhancing the performance of my spoken word with verbal steroids
Causing hemorrhoids I’m the paranoid’s worse fear
Rhetorically hungry soon to be more revered than Revere
Poetically eating up you mere tasty morsels like Danimals
I make you go BYE! BYE! like Animal
My flow’s synoptic prose optically shoots through Earth’s atmosphere
Sending spiritual praise to the hemisphere causing jealousy from the stratosphere
Spawning the circumference that sparks the occurrence of my own “Astrological warfare”
FUCK PERFECTIONISM!

SUPEREGO: Interesting analysis but you have to come way harder than that to challenge my superiority.

To be continued: Next time Superego takes over! You don't want to miss it!