This is a song about "An"

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

An immortal technique

Nightmare on any street

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Its an imagination

She all on my skin

She said she's never had a man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

That's how we make it right

Anorexics an apatite