I wrote a rap you might enjoy.

There's no real pantometer.

Enjoy!

from out my mouth comes words that cause destruction
all the birds fly south, and volcanos start eruptin'
the earth starts to shake, and people start getting violent
causing cowards to quake, and gun holders to start smilin'

it's time to realize that indeed I am the antichrist
or whatever you want to call me,
it's like I'm the snake and all your souls are like pink little mice

With my seven heads, like in the bible, I know more than you
more about your fears, your dislikes, and what you know is true
I take the form of government, rulers, and democracy
and slowly start to take your rights, the ability to speak is no longer free
neither is your choice of religion, burn yours up like fission
working for your soul, it's immortal, you're under my control

now don't get me wrong, you're every whim is most certainly satisfied
from sex with many women, any drug, and even MTV I
always give two choices, although I know that both are very wrong
you'll never know the difference between God's song and what I call my own

Time after time, believe me, I'll get you to take the bait
Whether it's a sin of the flesh, or omission, that choice is mine to make
I'll bring you to your knees without prayer in mind, and that's a fact
you'll max out all your credit cards, steal your neighbor's car, ain't that whack?

I don't care about you, or from where ever it is from whence you came
all I care about is my own enjoyment, and that's the game
I hope no one confuses you about the choice you're about to make
'cause if you choose right, the game is over, and you'll have God to thank