This is a song about "The latin root scrib"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I bring the heat like the

She acting all extra

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Black fours red drop head doors

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the