came, saw, I see
always on the scene
pull out a pen quicker
than you can pull out
your camera phone
I already wrote a poem
capturing the happening
it's about to be a boom
didn't mean to clear the room
not talking bout a bomb
that already happened
in the middle of the East
the heat is on the man
who refuse to eat, the other
white meat, walking the sand
no shoes on his feet
history always repeats
the chickens are the ones
with the most beefin
in the kitchen by the oven
listen to 88.7, daydreamin
wondering what their doing
in heaven, while we're here
throwing stones and cappin
a holy war, I see oxymoron's
like holy hell, resurrecting
Nimrod, reconstructing
the tower of Baal
they got the pillars up
wake all the coton pickin
cap pealin killers up