This is a song about "Quality assurance"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And the economy reduced my quality