Food for thought Made of lead My onslaught At full speed I'm a good man giving work to the pastor Your funeral director's now a true puzzlemaster The song in mourners ears is called november rain Same song in my ears when my bullet wrecked your brain Now you've really got some time on your own Now you've really got some time all alone Now you've got some maggots feasting on your flesh My ammo turned your cranium into ash My hunt is done This was your end run You're overthrown I wrecked your collar bone "It's raining entrails" said the weather forecaster Your brain just blew up you have never been any faster Talking to the cops you'll hear a nine unlock Followed by a pop now your fucking jaw drops Your dreams go with your life-juice, assassinated Your body and your mind from now on unrelated Food for thought Made of lead My onslaught At full speed My hunt is done This was your end run You're overthrown I wrecked your collar bone Your splattered brain's too much strain for my kitchens sink to drain My flat gets flooded by your fucking blood rain hurricane Blown apart, viola part, my kitchen's like Picasso's art The only good news 'bout this is a newly uncaged donor heart Never getting backtracked 'cause that face was all wrecked Buried in the dirt when there’s nothing left to dissect No more need for a die hard bodyguard when you get my business card I will punch you retard, bastard The avant-garde birthday card that sends you to the graveyard Skull gets unbarred your brain sent to the junkyard You are your mothers homespun superson finished by my shotgun right up in your honeybun, this is fun! Talking to the cops you'll hear a nine unlock Followed by a pop now your fucking jaw drops Your dreams go with your life-juice, assassinated Your body and your mind from now on unrelated "It's raining entrails" said the weather forecaster Your brain just blew up you have never been any faster Now you’ve got some maggots feasting on your flesh My ammo turned your cranium into ash