This is a song about "The 27 amendments"

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

Its not our place to judge or to use anger to defend there is no anger in the hearts of faithful men

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

She in the mountain jeep, always be mouthin me/

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

But pissing me off will be worse then what devastation the atomic bomb caused when it hit nagasaki,

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/