I'm this man who wrote the lines of your funeral dirge,
The one who gratify your widow's s**ual urge.
(We're) prevailin' aspiration;
(A) kaleidoscopic paradigm.
Maestro slices sound treachery from every angle,
Another song found with underwear at its ankles.
Diamonds shine bright on my grills,
Witness the power of my skills.
Like did terrorist Tim McVeigh,
I'm pressin' the detonator;
"BANG!" in a slow motion replay,
You'll see life on fast-forward.
I'm this man who wrote the lines of your funeral dirge,
The one who gratify your widow's s**ual urge.
Kneel down before your majesty!
I would like to detach your spine
Just to see you collapse like a heap of s***.
The one who gratify your widow's s**ual urge.
(We're) prevailin' aspiration;
(A) kaleidoscopic paradigm.
Maestro slices sound treachery from every angle,
Another song found with underwear at its ankles.
Diamonds shine bright on my grills,
Witness the power of my skills.
Like did terrorist Tim McVeigh,
I'm pressin' the detonator;
"BANG!" in a slow motion replay,
You'll see life on fast-forward.
I'm this man who wrote the lines of your funeral dirge,
The one who gratify your widow's s**ual urge.
Kneel down before your majesty!
I would like to detach your spine
Just to see you collapse like a heap of s***.