This is a song about "Smite"

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Into a charge, smite when deft afoot.

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I've got the urge to smite this nerd that types

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

But fuck it i'll smite and rape these bitches twice!

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice