This is a song about "Jagged"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Behind those eyes, i see jagged knives,

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Dug is teeth in his neck sharp and jagged

Hack ya bladder with a jagged dagger then shove it down your throat.

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road