go talk to home dukes/
confused cuz i'm arab and consume my own nukes/
walkin leave me alone, cant you see i'm deep in the zone?/
i need to be home/
i'm sick of people in clubs drinkin, and stoned/
peace in this slump, the seek is unknown/
like peek humans achieved to be cloned/
the reason why this poem was recorded, so dont bother here/
i need to brighten some gear/
but all people want me to do is rap like anti father wear/
a vocal modity, dont walk in front of me/
i'm anti-social cuz i'm arabi, i'm no commodity/
your little schemes open...bitch what are you smokin/
oil fields burnin in the Middle East, chokin/
like Cane hopin this pain wont strain heart broken/
like pacemakers, they breakin down till they stop strokin/
your ego hates scopin, hearin this rationally/
play me your music like Beethoven i aint hearin it naturally/
fear this nationally, your can call me an army slave/
a conceded bastard, or an asshole like donkey graves/
when i meet kats its a pleasure to make your aquaitence/
paintin my face in, questionin and testin my patients/
like doctors walkin with answers talkin as fast as possible/
i just dont care anymore like Iraqi hospitals/
prod pet, project product of rotten flesh/
caught in death, close talk and breathin of awful breath/
i'm talkin peace and equality surrounding self/
understandin this buena testa anti social club 2012...