This is a song about "Nightm an"

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Just an alert of an amber

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

An insane lunatic

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Felling an enemy