This is a song about "Islamic terrorists"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Stereotypes call them terrorists, always got a scheme

My story tragicomic, never believed the christians or islamic,

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Or liberal because we see ém all as terrorists,

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Terrorists among the world that we live in,

I got terrorists writing citing me as a reference

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Draw pics of him drop-kickin' islamic prophets

So here i am at the store for some chips

Felt adventurous, sent you petulant menaces to the center of executive terrorists

Without the glovesno love for these fake desperadosand thugs i bleed to envysmoke and blow out they blunts