Slab

came, saw, I see

always on the scene

pull out a pen quicker

than you can pull out

your camera phone

I already wrote a poem

capturing the happening

it's about to be a boom

didn't mean to clear the room

not talking bout a bomb

that already happened

in the middle of the East

the heat is on the man

who refuse to eat, the other

white meat, walking the sand

no shoes on his feet

history always repeats

the chickens are the ones

with the most beefin

in the kitchen by the oven

listen to 88.7, daydreamin

wondering what their doing

in heaven, while we're here

throwing stones and cappin

a holy war, I see oxymoron's

like holy hell, resurrecting

Nimrod, reconstructing

the tower of Baal

they got the pillars up

wake all the coton pickin

cap pealin killers up