Was I goin' too far on the air?
Parsed each page, nose wary for slime.
Dismember me, as untrue, unfair.
Seek your cause, and view as my crime.

Tell me to take back my peptic dirt
[Thus they cage what's fair to opine]
With no promise to keep my work.
Then I'll see their true god's the dime.

Eagerly binds me, that fake Reverend
[Farse on stage, prose scary, print grime]
Upon his altar where n-words he banned.
Then speech freedom's through for all time.

Well I'm in deep s**t; they are fickle as weather
[Hard to gauge, those ratings in prime];
They're not bothered at all when the perp wears leather;
Then he's free to spew out foul rhyme.

Am I goin' to star on the air,
Sparse my rage, words chary next time?
Safe wager's three-to-one I won't care.
Bein' once crossed, rest suits me just fine.