Here we go…..
So Shadow is gonna make his last battle a death sentance/
I figured this boy would have a little more common sense//
The spice this Taco’s gonna serve up will make your insides burn/
I’m one investment where you get a guarenteed rate of return//
Your flirtation I foresee as an In-fat-u-ation for Me/
U cant afford "grade A meat" in-fact-u-waitin for "B"//
But your fascination with my heavenly formation needs no justification/
The "rate of inflation" in your pants must be just a frustration//
"Oh Pink Taco your makin me sooo hard"/
"I wanna wear your pink taco like its a face guard"//
So post my picture on your ceiling so you can jerk it all night long/
Or tape it to your girlfriends head and ask her to play along//
Your dying in battles with a mortality rate worse than Afghanistan/
Your life expectancy is shorter than your attention span//
So tie a noose around your neck and hang it from a girder/
Because this battle will be just like gettin away with murder.//