Man half that shit you said was whacked/ Like Andrea Yates with her kids in that burlap sack
They call you caspah they should call you "toilet" yo/ Because you spittin' shit like I never seen before
You sayin' you caspah, the friendly ghost/ Well he's fuckin' dead, and your fuckin' toast
And you sayin' I'm a master of the KKK/ Well if that's how it'll be then I'll burn you on the cross today
OH SHIT!, I'm already doin' it wit this rhyme can't you smell?/ I'm burnin' you like Saddam is burnin' in HELL
OH NO!, you still loyal to the muslims/ you just like that shit because you get to fuck yo cousins
Now I know your scared cause my shit up and yours down/ Like the rides at the carnival, oh I'm sorry I didn't know it was you gettin' fucked by the clown
So now it's gettin time for this shit to reach an end/ I'll put my glock to yo head and to hell you I will send
I'll send you with a swastika on yo head/ Because Hitler'll be hittin' you backside because...
YOUR DEAD

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