This is a song about "Black rice sauce"

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Jasons mask is off and my face is plastered with tobasco sauce

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

And i can't help but stare, cause

Spreading that gospel sauce!

We will never die, we are forever alive

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice