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 barrels full
	Not one
	As we release this unspeakable toll, wooh
	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?
	I don't, oh