This is a song about "The english civil war"

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

The world is already full of war

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

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

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

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

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Cause they fear me in physical form

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

The best english speaking people all around the continent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk