This is a song about "Lord of the flies"

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Of course the lord is ignorin' your rhymes, i'll bet he got bored

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Start blessing the lord for my attention,

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

I pray the lord my guns to keep

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Most flies flock to those with the worst odor

You know...you know who you are

While you chinese be eating flies

Because i see right through your disguise