You can push, I'll stab right back
You can pull a knife, I'll pull a sword
Cut your dick off, make it your time of the month
You can bring any weapon to the war
I'll top you
I'll destroy you
I'm certified insane
And you still think you can beat me
Then you better kill me quick before I burn you down
Without a thought I'll be your end
Yeah, I've a got a record, nothing but smoking green and gasoline
A pack of matches or a lighter it don't matter, they both will burn you just fine
They'll end you just fine, and they don't I got a brick that'll end you
This isn't a death threat, it's a promise
This isn't for everybody, just for dirty rats, thieves, and worthless trash
So if you don't understand what I'm telling you, then I got a new perfume for you to try
A new store for you to try, it's called 6 Feet Deep, motherfucker.
You can push, I'll stab right back
You can pull a knife, I'll pull a sword
Cut your dick off, make it your time of the month
You can bring any weapon to the war
I'll top you
I'll destroy you
I'm certified insane
And you still think you can beat me
Then you better kill me quick before I burn you down
Without a thought I'll be your end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem