This is a song about "My finger in the crack of a child s ass"

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I got a dictionary in my head in other words middle finger to education,