Yo, cessationists, listen up, you’re frauds and fakes,
Claiming the power stopped, but it’s your faith that breaks.
Losers and posers, the worst of the scene,
Trading truth for excuses, you’re spiritually unclean.
Failures posing as heroes, but you’re out of the game,
No miracles, no power, just excuses and shame.
Stupid people posing as scholars, it’s tragic,
Twisting Scripture, denying the Spirit’s logic.

Wolves in the shepherds’ clothes, lying through your teeth,
Leaders of deceit, spreading unbelief.
Worst of the worse, yeah, that’s your crew,
Cessationists, we see the truth, and it ain’t you.

You claim to know the Word, but where’s the proof?
The church is moving forward while you’re stuck in the booth.
Liars posing as leaders, deceiving the sheep,
But the Spirit’s power flows, and it runs deep.
Faithless doctrines, a house built on sand,
You can’t stop the gospel with your empty hands.
We walk in miracles, signs, and wonders,
Your weak theology’s tearing asunder.

Wolves in the shepherds’ clothes, lying through your teeth,
Leaders of deceit, spreading unbelief.
Worst of the worse, yeah, that’s your crew,
Cessationists, we see the truth, and it ain’t you.

You say God’s power ceased, but that’s just a bluff,
The kingdom’s advancing, and it’s more than enough.
Every miracle, every healing, every sign,
Proves your doctrine’s dead—it’s the Spirit’s time.
We’re living in victory, expanding the reach,
While you sit and pretend, slithering as you preach.

Cessationists, your game’s exposed,
The Spirit’s alive, His power flows.
We call it like it is, we don’t play pretend,
Your lies are falling; this is the end.
So step aside, we’re moving ahead,
Walking in power while your doctrine’s dead.