This is a song about "Austin graves"

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

That he found in a cave, then showed em to their graves!

Names and graves and the poor children who's parents are now gone away.

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them