Mr. Whitey Ford I see the nightmare inside of your American Dream I'm screaming: bismi allah al-rahman al-raheem with your fascist regime and racist magazines trying to ruin peoples livelyhood you're all hoods all their tricks and bedfellows theres safety in numbers cause some cats are fighters and some cats are runners big game hunters a**a**in made politicans while corporate CEOs got their ruthless ambitions nostradamus premonitions they see the end coming every kid from the suburb a hundered miles and runnin' the influence is stunnin' enough to make you stagger cause prep-school Johnny got some thug in his swagger take seven politicians put them in a line take seven Hollow Points put them in my Nine I'll give them seven more minutes for some prayin' time then I'll pull back my trigger and I'll blow your mind...