This is a song about "Zax of the prax"

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

And please never disrespect my set

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Return of the king of flow

My ambition to blow