This is a song about "Black murder"

I'm about to snap

We kung-fu that jack black/

Like a predator, ill murder you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

They will always try whether its murder

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

It would murder the electronics

Murder his family

Fuck fame, fuck money

I plot my murder steady

They say nothings ever free

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul