I be fired up with the anger of a
Thousand slaves.

I have many vessels, so that
Blood can spill a thousand ways.

I'm not frightened by the reaper.
He has my address.

You wanna **** me? Here's my life,
You can have the rest.

I know the hate they got for me
Ain't a real concern.

But that won't stop me from giving
Them what they deserve.

You wanna fight, you wanna shoot,
You wanna pull knives out?

Don't be surprised, I done told you
Like a thousand times now.

I could really **** you now, but I rather
See you suffer.

**** a thousand of your relatives
And that includes your mother.

I got a thousand different ways
To make the pain go even.

A thousand causes for my anger.
Don't be another reason.

They underestimate my threats
With a scoff and a grin.

When I have a thousand different
Reasons to commit these awful sins.