All my rivals will see what I have instore... my gun
I\'ve been har boring fleets in this resevoir... red sun
And this nations about to explode...
You\'re disciples are riddled with metaphors... well hung
Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls... not one
As we release this unspeakable toll...
Hows our mother to damn these contributors... whit mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult... shed blood?
Hows our father supposed to be toll?