This is a song about "The civil war of sudan"

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

The world is already full of war

And there's little to be glad for

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter