This is a song about "Fucking bastard"

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

That's another topic, we should start a project

Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.

War is not peace it never ever was now were are learning all the wars like the scores really matter

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

This old bastard will kill me?

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

You made me wanna

I'm the bastard son of a