This is a song about "Tomasic i 30 ljudi"

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

30 second submission ain't even staged, it ain't good luck when i break both ya legs

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Into her vertice until i heard her scream your hurtin me/

Vimy ridge. uhh ohh. the germ's got 30 to 45,000 men. oh that's cute.

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

I gather fanatics and there's nothin that i would rather have/

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

But oh since i only got 30 lines i keep this short and simple

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

If i dont die before im 30 than ill be in a prison

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision