This is a song about "My wrath"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

My bars of wrath will smack you retarded fags

And flamin' wrath, jehovah is my witness, i'll wait for mine,

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

You fuck with me and i'm better, so you're facin my wrath

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Don’t you be holding back

Feel my wrath of attack

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I am everything i want to be so feel my wrath

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I think about effects of human nature and its flaming wrath,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

The wrath of my verses.