I stand in fields slaughterin cattle with my baby rattle/
By pass seatle that place is fulla fraggles, I win Battles/
Crack you over the head with the ball to hear to shakin/
Strangle you with the handle, an see the ruh of blood I'm makin/
Believe, I ain't fakin, I be wakin the angry giant With the sound of defiance/
The sound of this thing can be heard for miles with no alliance/
This verse must be fate cos now I must ski-daddle/
Cos I jus merkd you with my baby Rattle/

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