Hear your mama share a ball this mornin'
I'm callin', weepin' a moanin'
When she hear a one son ball
Ya make me put down the sixteen
Pick up the gatlin'
Lend out me mercy to rub him fillin' skin
Boy this the program a wicked man haunt him
But I inna the back a the gear I dump him
And now a precipiter when me gear him gon' leave him
Body decompose before the day a rotten
Him now no mercy, Satan