dog playing tug-of-war)
All my rivals will see what I have in store My gun
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir Red sun
And this nations' about to explode
You're disciples are riddled with metaphors Well hung
Better pony up and bring both your barrels full Not one
As we release this unspeakable toll Woh
Happy idols ??? can crawl [not sure about this line]
All the sound and acting well [not sure about this line]
Ahh
How's our mother to damn these contributors With mud
How will the man who made chemicals difficult Shed blood
How's our father supposed to be told
I don't know