all my rivals will see what I have in store... my gun
ive been harboring fleets in this reservoir... red sun...
and this nations about to explode....
your disciples are riddled with metaphores... well hung
better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls... not one
as we release this unspeakeable toll...
hows our mother to damn these contributors... with mud?
how will the man who made chemicals dificult... shed blood?
hows our father supposed to be told?