This is a song about "The number twelve"

What preceded was the clue

The giant number who miss you

Rule number one eliminate the competition

My talent should take me places i've never been

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

That's why poverty is the number one element

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Going for the belt like the number one contender

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see