(gotta imagine this is towards me)

riot style, ill stakked all red queen dek
frat killa, benz ornament upside down hangin off my neck
don't fuck with dealas cuz my shit is pi rate
prime beef only hit on real and nothin fake
machete mean corn knife mean katana
I bring drama with my rime kata, try and educate
got a machete blade underneath two sawed off barrels
and at the end of them is an ax blade, heavy and not narrow
and I practice hackin through that door and bustin off a shot
loose arm, pull down, put a shot column through your spot
get that wound then rot

shot distribution scatter in an ellipse of what my barrel witness
as I snap it along a line, ill style like a true vet
then my back ups rush up and dismember the evidence
and in that fatal moment, don't try and test this
you never heard a MC rime like this

sons of elvis
sons of jesus
sons of X
2nd amendment's rawer than coke sex
get it, yo, fuck this blue state project
we raw country, fuck the city
farmer's market, home canned goods and reject
these machine brand goods, all that shit is suspect
pickin cotton or gettin hamiltons for formula?
or grow your own and buck the market? choice could be yours y'all*
this is a garden country but i'nnastates and naismith ruined it
forget em franchises, let the empire run that
fuck the city, rent some land, grow your own, and true dat

*or even put up a window herb garden and spice some meatballs, pasta, salsa, etc. yourself. Or pay someone you know a nominal (cash) fee to do it. I realize that not everyone can crush their own corn into polenta or get the ground beef from a steer they raised from the butcher, but why the hell are you buying that branded shit at the grocery store when the raw materials are cheap? The more everyone buys into labels, the more those people are controlled by them.