This is a song about "Slayin"

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

They bringing me fish and chips

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

So they remember me as the beast.. for slayin they hometown//

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

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

My brains a blade slayin' , every spit is plain sailing

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.