Monday afternoon
I was quietly watching my tv
And suddenly I feel a tremor
My pants were soaked with my beer
Watching news articles I found out it was a missile from the religion of peace
I decided it was time to settle the score
Missile, Drone, Jet What does it matter?
As long as I hit the target
Cities in shit and dust
Zero water and zero food
Headless dead children in the middle of what were once streets.
Even Afghanistan didn't look like this shit
Iraq now looks like a fucking children's playground
Fucking Gaza now looks like New York before the Democrats came in
After all those shells we send to them
59 Tomahawks look like fireworks after that

Sand Niggaz just got fuckin' bombed
Y'all will end in da graveyard
Sand Niggaz just got fuckin' bombed
Y'all will end in da graveyard
Sand Niggaz just got fuckin' bombed
Y'all will end in da graveyard

Sarin gas? Mustard? Chlorine? Anthrax? Salmonella? Agent Orange?
Just a few good napalm bombs are enough
This is the wrath of the devil's bloody nation.
Even Satan doesn't want to see what we do
UN? International court? We care about them as much as Rachel Zegler's career.
This is like watching man squash an ant
That's why ants run away
But these ants are clamoring for their buildings to be turned into shitty dust-filled stones
Why don't we make their dream a reality? Let's crush more fucking watermelons

Sand Niggaz will end up in da graveyard, just like Yahya
Sand Niggaz will only suffer, like the people in the two American towers
Sand Niggaz will end in da graveyard, just like Yahya
Sand Niggaz will only suffer, like the people in the two American towers