This is a song about "Drum barrel"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

Little nighas talk they shit but never held up a barrel

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Killa you already know harlem

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin