[Verse 1:]
Catch a throatful from the fire vocaled,
Ash and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull,
The volcano out of Iceland.
He'll conquer and destroy the rap world like the white men.
Learnt from a pro as a mentor,
Started with a bird nest and burnt it to a cinder,
That'll get the party kickin',
Plus, your little charred body smelted like chicken.
As the dollar continues to lose momentum,
He need land from murdered Indians that represent 'em.
Gold is up, urgin' all thugs,
Trade me y'all chains for cash and splurge it on drugs.
A more secure investment,
Food and water, a couple of gallons for your cutest daughter.
And thank him as a Yankee fellow southerner,
Don't forget the general rank, 'ello, guv'nor!
[Verse 2:]
Vocals spill over like the rolling hills of Dover,
Or the Gulf Oil Disaster if preferred you're after,
Depends on your status or your stature,
Whether you benefit from the prior or the latter-er.
Get the fatter check split,
How much for 100,000 tons of Corexit?
Sell a Chinese half-priced seafood,
Price is like a real nice street dude,
Who can knock the most dead birds out the sky,
And then spread a lie and say he know why, bet,
Get the machine, blame it on the fireworks,
Cleanup, y'all know where to send the wire, jerks.
Black teeth still snack on sweets,
And get stacks with the qui mon qui,
They use to sell CD's,
Now they got fake weed, seeds burnin' trees, it's potpourri.
Buyer beware, had to tell this one liar, «Sire, be fair!”
At least untie her hair from the chair while I'm here,
I hate playin' loving her, JJ for Governor.