This is a song about "The oregon trail"

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

The bigger the the fun

Go where you ain't been

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Devastation is clearly waiting on this trail i'm paving

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.