Listen, ain’t nobody in this whole world [bad word] with me. What’s up to Paris, France? I leave [bad word] in a ambulance. From Boston to Japan, and Croatia, don’t worry though. I don’t hate ya.

[Verse 1: Slaine]

Time don’t wait for nobody, I ain’t in [bad word] But I get what I can while I can and I must
Till then there’s not really much to discuss
Between us, I have yet to reach my zenith
My temperature’s rising, it’s hot as a phoenix
Music too [bad word] for dudes who are too squeamish
Beautiful hoes like my nuts and my [bad word] I nut on their skulls and wipe it up with a Kleenex
I mean this, I am like a fiendish remix
Another suicide bomber with seamless English
At times it seems like you don’t speak my language
Desperation, anger, and streets of anguish
So these are the rhymes and the beats I bring with me
Grab yourself a rope, go see if you can hang with me
You got no crew, I got a gang with me
All of yous got a set of [bad word]  you can’t bang with me

[Verse 2: Sicknature]

This right here is surprise we warned ya
This Sicknature arrival upon you, the rise of a monster
Music will kill the track is embracing you its makin you but off claim the race is in face of Slaine and the nature
Splat the beat 40’s on slaughter till everybody in Texas look like Victoria Beckham with an eating disorder
Dracula is building churches of garlic [bad word] even after that I leave tracks further demolished
I’m not rocking no patience, ain’t no starving a crazy man
You must be on acid, you’re drinking the blood of an alien
For thinking y’all [bad word] ? what the [bad word] you’re injected
Sicknature the beast is unleashed leaving you silent and mad
Shocked like hair driers in bathtubs
Got my roots in the war, boosted with evil
Where I stay [bad word] to the people, peace to Snowgoons and Illegal