This is a song about "Children of the river"

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

And i was in loath, i would never get over you, ever, sarah

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Jack the rippers an amatuer compaired to me, im the killer creature children are afraid of,

They say that karats help your vision

All the innocent little children

Trails snake round the river,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Tv dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

The rhymes flow out of me like a river