Lyric Rival

All my rivals will see what I have in store
My gun
I ve been harboring fleets in this reservoir
Red sun
And this nation s about to explode

Your disciples are riddled with metaphors
Well-hung
Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls
Not one
As we release this unspeakable toll

How s our mother to damn these contributors
With mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult
Shed blood?
How s our father supposed to be told?