[Verse: X the Unknown Variable]
Yo, I'm slashing a priest in the throat
Stabbing a spear through the Pope
Sacrifice geese and a goat
Stranded in fleets and afloat
Battle in streets and in boats
Tattle on me or you won't
Have enough reason to go
Back with the Gs in limbo
I handle my beef all alone
Standing in Greece and in Rome
Pacifists leashed in my zone
I gladly would feast on the bone
Darned in the fleece that is sewn
Harvested each by their own
Marksman for heat on his dome
Father is beating his drone
Further appeased and atoned
By all of his seeds that he clothed
Partners at least in the cold
Scarred in between all the show
Of parliaments, peaceful when shown
Parted by teeth that are foamed
Started by needing a home
Forgotten when deceased and gone
[Cuts: DJ Tripz]