This is a song about "Fe fi fo fum"

Doin' it fo' the stack, hol'up i need ta reload

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

No need fo that vest cuz these hollowtips penetrate/

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close