This is a song about "Nail art sale"

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Hope all over again, we can start

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

See with a district columbia vision

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

Soft white the art i twine

If i had on 'bama line