This is a song about "Beowulfs final battle"

If you're gonna come to battle,

As i light one for ill will

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

The weed in me is real sticky

The final fatality,

Lady at the frank stand will

Why do u wanna battle,

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

When our final hours die down, to fend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,