instead of a bible to carry, i'll have a dictionary
and i am fightin my rivals like a mercenary
cuz in life, it's survival of the fittest
i won't stay stationary
so until my time's at it's finish line
when my fate is buried, i'll skate this fairway
cuz why rewind, it's my design which i've assigned
and i don't mind, you can hate me very
but if you aint bewaring, it may get scary
for what you're saying, i'll break you airway
when your hind i find, i don't care, be praying
or i'll make your spine unbind and scrape your brains
and rape you , i swear or slay you, i'll take your berries
you fake ass cherry, i'm satan, mary save you
cuz i've quite frank, lost all bearing,
at point blank, the barell's staring, there aint no aiming
that's it, start waving, your exit's here waiting ...
no resurrection, just one direction and that's not to heaven's stairway...