This is a song about "Defense of the ancients"

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

I can confess that i used a hammer and sickle for defense

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

A captain like the shielded star avenger my defense is

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Shaved of the face of the earth

Wish i could shed all these tears

Im a rife, kills past your defense,