hey u ly down while i drop my bombs//singin my songs//sigling my batlle gongs//u ly still while i take my swings//stabbin wit knives and things//my anger turning to murder and death//ur my victom, my sacrafice//ur soul is mine, there is no playin nice//and i got ur mom to, killed her aswell//she moaned like a whore when i fucked her-then she fell//next is ur dad rapeing ur sister//damn ur family is like a blister//and i fucked ur sister too//we went to gether like paper and glue//we made love all night long in her bed//u could here it int he halls u said//well i dont matter ur families mine//looks like ur in a bine//i got to go for now//i leave and as always take my bow//