look mother fucker i aint your dad mom or brother but i will and i can put a gun to yo head blow your brains out lay u in da bed watchin and watchin keepin track of how much u blead put it on my bread eat and eatin damn dont know how i do it i keep defeating the rich and da poor but i know wat u thinkin wat the fuck for killin people is my fun yes they call me god son like i said when its war its war murderin people on da club floor