The /qr/ thread explodes, shattering the mold
Either drop the hits like de la Q or get the fuck off of the board
With the sure shot, sure to make indictments drop
Drop and don't copy, yo, you're cuaght in a Gitmo
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst
Of the power dons, that five-sided Fistagon
The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger
The triggerโs cold, empty your purse