Damn, got the urge to fight
Taking life, Stick pipe down the windpipe of a promiscuous f**ing dyke
Hi mom, it's your son who doesn't do right
Gutting out, the Bulging Pouch of a pregnant b**h & putting the sh** it on Skype
It's the modern day bigger, big black lip n***a, Flava Flava & Beelzebub f**ing mixture
With a touch, Of Wilt
Chamberlains Nuts to make the concoction a Little bit more Sicker but inevitably darker
Touch the blade make a slow d**h come quicker
Ugly, Darkskin with a short fiery temper
Mobbin with a gang of ghouls, metamorphosing the rules
With some Evil, Deceitful, cool lethal people group of fools
an*l Rape a Mule
Till my dick feels Cool
The Dust, Plus the Ass Crust
Make my large Nuts Bust
Young f** ups, Living it up
Satan Blessed
God f**ed
To the d**h
We Holy up, from sun down to Sun Up
Them monsters when I was kid under my bed never fled
They are screaming they want me dead in my f** head
And I womt the pull this lead until all is buried dead
I dont kid, I'm a motherf**ing monster
We you expect motherf**er?
Motherf**er
You stupid motherf**ers!