This is a song about "Count"

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

The body count is the physical proof

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

And verbally swears the count in making

Persuasing so amazing, it's amazing

When i count to three, you flea

I got bigger problems baby

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.