This is a song about "History of land and life"

No mystery, you will be part of an insidious history

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And egos get flipped, and i make faggots history

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Everyone thinking i'm weird and fake even though i'm making history

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

It takes work and alot of dedication to make history,

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped