This is a song about "Slaughtering dolphins"

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Slaughtering all you clowns, i'm lyrically profound, a hound,

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

Of slaughtering human beings

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Pardon me i have an arsenal of artistry articulating and slaughtering