All my rivals will see what I have in store
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir
And this nation's about to explode
Your disciples are riddled with metaphors
Better pony up and bring both your barrels full
As we release this unspeakable toll, wooh
How's our mother to damn these contributors?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult
How's our father supposed to be told?
I don't, oh