Intrepidly battling the Steeles and the Stones
A nutcracker rhapsody rattling my bones
Alertest 'mong peers and witty as a squirrel
The Kash I will spend, the Stone I will hurl

With steam and flesh, we reap what we sow
Your wish, my command, let's make it so
The skies are now darkened, the ash-embers glow
The infection spreads from head to toe

The Conway is open, yet travelled by few
The Shaman's as bitter as Thullamore Dew
I'll ride the Harley with ease and delight
The Black and the White, 'til dawn I will fight

A ricketingly smashing rung-dung in the dark
A ravishing thrashing, slung hung with a bark
Maddening moonlight and crackle of twigs
Lice on parade and a gallery of a wigs

In Copeland everyone manages, it's just what they do
There Jack is a john, there Shame's a virtue
A Bagwelling thief, brimming with lice
Can't blackjack the Carnage or lower the Price

There's many a joke to be spread around
'til my corpse is rotting six feet under ground
A rickey jam causing bloodshed and pain
You're in for the ride, there's no stopping the train

Shame on you bastard, Eddie Van Dorn
For leaving the countryside burning and torn
Shame on you ingrate, Watkins the whore
You vowed to be the hero of any and all

Slam-bam in the canvas, heads bounce and they crack
Here comes Varga with a head-on attack
There treads Williams, with a head on a stick
There goes the hood, Jesus Christ what a prick

Insidious, yet devios, admired and feared
Cheered with calamity, surruptiously jeered
Cat-calls and clapping, blood, sweat and tears
Pain and euphoria, wear and tear

A rumor, a whisper, a word in your ear
Some debut, some come back, some randomly disappear
Low-cut and high-cut, no-cut - if you will
These are the trends I was born to kill