No-Man's-Land

It's about to get dangerous, don't cross the perimeter

You could get ya arms chopped off with a scimitar

Throw salt in the wounds along with a topping of vinegar

It's a mix of elements, the toxins are similar, hear me, nuh?

Head to the city to get tipsy by drinking shots at the mini-bar

 

 

You heading into no mans land, the place of slaughter

Spit in ya face, film the rape of ya daughter wit a tape recorder

Gangbanged by General Wayne and Agent Corza

Hold you for terrorism just for the blatant torture

 

 

I'm the worlds strangest author

Kidnap the judge to file a restraining order

Switch Identitys with the prince while you play the pauper

You can send for me bitch, I'll always be waiting for ya