I shred threads when I show crabs how to rhyme
I’m at fore of frontlines because it’s murder time
Buried six feet but only to plant martial landmines
Deadly instincts when I go to war with hollow tips
Bullets size of wizards quick to pierce John’s wall
Columbine High black trench coats blood-soaked
AK nonstop spray entrenched with the hate of KKK
Reprisal renegade, sick Mexican like Mayans with AIDS
Fidel’s top lieutenant, Che Guevara how I move militant
Vicious visions of vengeance, Jack Torrance evil malice
Skull Island natives murder motives, psyche destructive
My mind is a grenade that’s why vernacular is explosive
Unabomber volatile manuscripts, infinitely apocalypse
Book of Revelations calamities when I bomb nations
Heated hammers cremate like Auschwitz incinerators
Rifle barrels bring eternal peril, carnage at its pinnacle