I be kicking kids wicked sick wishin I'd quit splittin they lids with the fission in my spits half lives for half wits while I smash wives and lap tits and leave em crying for my bad bits yo who's the fool saying " i have this" I meet 'em with Pleasure and Gladness and beat em until they shitting pure madness bastard masochists meet with the sadist slip skin and slash wrists with fast shit that's massless to murder the masses like Poisonous Gasses you'll never get past this 'n PG macking your widows like my name was Onassis