This is a song about "Orcs must die"

Hear the rambling in the sky

You are about to die!

My bitches pure thick

So you must be cynic,

Never had a chance to try

A bystandered made die

Wondering which way will i die,

She gotta hold her head up high

Of breaking through this shit, i must

She can only live for the moment

On that red-eyed kush flight

I must be different inside

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

// his voice: it's time, someone must die. satanic voice:you pick! whose life?