This is a song about "Mr bridge water"

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

Aka mr. louisiana.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

(bridge, different slower tempo.)

I'mma do this fast or slow

It's mostly white people, the homeless under the bridge,

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch