Poly Jesus

Lyrics

Intro (Spoken)
Oh fuck.

Verse 1 (Rapid spoken)
Damn this beat just suck—nip and tuck, uppercut, chin to gut.
Nut butter, butternut, squash you, Tosh you, posh crew, mosh you,
Accost you—yeah, I sauced you.

Verse 2 (Spoken, escalating)
Possibly the best MC this side NC,
Jake G, bragadociously, precociously.
Toast with glee, quite possibly I knock MCs,
Then they knockin', stalkin' while I'm rockin'.
Balkin' while I'm talkin', in walks Christopher Walken—
I'm gawkin'.
Eyes bugged out, hands double Spockin'.

Verse 3 (Spoken, manic flow)
What the fawk I'm doin', screwin',
With my boo I'm spoonin', croonin' at the moon.
Chewin' glue, poo-in', new stew, queue-in'
Middle of the midnight—skin tight, all right.
New fright, brew bite, a few might—

Break (Hard stop)
{Silence}

Verse 4 (Spoken, slowing)
All these words meant to do is fill some bars,
Set the cue for the line that hit me in the week
When I was leakin', crazy speakin',
And I was like—

Outro (Spoken, intimate)
You could be rude.
Could say please.
Lookin' for the thing that pleases.
Lookin' for apologies…
Or for a poly Jesus.

Interpretation

Manic overflow resolving into a single lucid question. The poem intentionally floods language—braggadocio, nonsense syllables, pop intrusion, verbal percussion—to exhaust ego performance. The excess is the point: bars as filler, motion without meaning, until a quiet insight cuts through. "Poly Jesus" is not theology; it's a hunger for distributed forgiveness, non-exclusive grace, relief from binary judgment. The speaker moves from dominance and chaos to humility and asking. Emotional vector: frenzy → self-awareness → moral longing.