[Intro]
We're concerned that so many types of violence come out on the album covers, even as you'll see the death and the murder that's brought forth on this one with the axe, you know, with the blood just dripping off of it. This one just sickened me when I saw it in a uh, rock store, it's called "Impaler", it's a rockstar with blood coming out of his mouth, do you think this could influence you to live for God?

[Scratches]
Don't play with these kids

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I went to the Isle of Bronze with the argonauts
A .45, choppers that pop a lot like a cosmonaut
I'm the Oracle, you is honorable as a copper top
Ninety nine hearts the dollar sign of Basquiat
Non-stop, I saw a body drop at the barber shop
Apostle Yahya and the prophet spoke of a Barakkat
I declare war on you muthafuckas like rock the block
Dion and the Belmonts, we was listening to wops a lot
Mind of Einstein and the bloodthirst of an ocelot
(Nah) Friday the 13th, Sultan Ibragimov
Muhfuckas rap, I be dancing on it like Ivanov
Giant sized rocket, a Columbine with a silent mind
I be giving dawa'h while y'all are tryna theologize
Shot the spine out you and cop a pie from a solid guy
Watch you cry and die, the China color of a colored mine?
Physics say it can't occupy the spot that it occupies, yeah, hahahaha!

[Chorus: Scratches]
Killin' everybody in sight
Don't play with these kids
[Verse 2]
He was immune, he was consumed, he was exhumed
It's Jordan Peterson that's talking to you, clean up your room
I see through the zoom, he was a goon, evil in bloom
A thief with a broom, heat to the spoon, eatin' the shroom
The beacon of doom, ether the fume, legion of doom
I lead the platoon, eat the balloons, Caesar in June
The creature lagoon, bleed maroon, Trammino and DOOM
The deacon of doom, deep in the wound, demon a croon, boom
He was pullin' all the right robberies
Mask on, blast on, Walter White wallabies
The rhyme anomaly, my apologies, it's an oddity
Allah provide for me, it's ironically, chronologically
Pay homage, B, you talking to a genius
A man got a stick on him, Order of the Phoenix
The plug empty and he stressin' in Malaysia
It's a cold winter coming, better dress for the occasion
Yeah, haha

[Chorus: Scratches]
Killin' everybody in sight
Don't play with these kids
Y'all play to a set of wings