This is a song about "Strike"

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Calm down before i strike i warn

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You could strike lottery, with a hammer harder than metal pottery

Always found common ground when i was the one they could strike...

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Blinding light/defining strike

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas