WAR CRY

hey you know how long ago i had to blow my own flow

now i make the dough

ill demolish your ego

is it a story no he taught me so

your slow i grow don't swallow

ill send you back to ninety five ill dive I'm hallow

a shadow got hit by an arrow I'm a pharaoh i hit straight and narrow

the Montero glow but they follow

i don't play by no-body's rules

these are jewels I'm modified by molecules

IM WITH MY TROOPS THERE AINT NO GROUPS NO PARATROOPS

this aint no loony toons many tunes with gloomy moods

it concludes attitudes to amplitudes

destroying and boiling im not avoiding being annoying i don't live in any avenues

im just toying my luck breaks through i aint singing no blues

ill bruise your ego like booze accusing Andrews with breakthroughs

NOW WHOS ON TOP I'LL CHOP WITH NO HEAD STOP

THERE IS NO DEAD STOP THERES ONLY DESKTOP

NO GIFT SHOP THERE AINT NO MEGA FLOP

you'll drop dead stop cause you bled you cop

dread hasn't fled i'll go ahead don't mop soda pop on the table top

i lay atop the throne you clone don't be a drone

your thrown

c4 hardcore i broke your jawbone

therefore before the galore it was a great war

your at the bookstore and im at your back door