pomegranateAll these people all inside themselvesTheir bodies are the final strawThe little bags holding their insidesBut just a little pressureSome sin, some stress hereAnd they will pop and bleedLike so many pomegranate seeds.
Battledon't bite me little manyou wanna fight me, think you can?i got a wicked battle planim gunna rock you like graphite,fuckin kryptonitetill you cant even shit rightscratching stars into your eyesand my teeth into your thighstill your fuckin goldfish criesstill wanna fight? think you got pride?well i got magic on my sideall my weapons in disguise:see theres a dragon in my pocketshit, even Gandolf couldn't stop iti made that crone cry like a hobbitand i just grinned, i'm a jestersure as sin, you gon say " yessir"while i crush your midget chestbetween the iron of my breasts