This is a song about "Grapes of wrath"

I think about effects of human nature and its flaming wrath,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

They will feel the harder wrath

Just put your hand on the glass

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Well i'm a lot iller, feel the flames of satan's wrath,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell