This is a song about "The 4th of july"

This the clash of the titans

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Swear i will murk any beat

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

And now it's clear as this promise

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