a li'l wor-play here..
command man to commando ammityville ammo to slay Rambo
me and my rams roll floating like beavers into the dams slow
seats packed and crammed though niggas starving for the grand flow
moving neutral those who hated hit em with flying coal
you bitches ass contains a giant hole no use for hittin'
long list submitting fighting me your better of slappin' a bull-shittin'
you stool-pigeon i'm indian scalpin' with an axe good riddance
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods