This is a song about "Christians against slipknot"

Jews killed, christians convert, and muslims are extreme

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

To impress a chick

Race against the clocks tick

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Against my own worthwhile

That ain't really my style

It's me against time, to try to work against this man's dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I remember my friends, i should've never gone against.

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

They label me a discriminanter so they discriminate against

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Something you couldn't tame, a cunning gain i proclaim war against