This is a song about "The mongols"

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

As the king upon the throne

And don't you bring your camera phone

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Cause there'll never be peace

As the tao converted the thief

Thinkin of the the dreams

Everything ain't what it seems