Feudalism at it's best, the Sabbath, the day of rest.

Wanting to fuck, your bitch put to the test.

Wanting to test, I step up to the plate.

Your whore, we fish with, we use her as bait.

Having to curse, your bloodline cheap.

Sold your soul, the Bundys play for keeps.

This is Ted, his head the Babylonian Bread.

My skin that sheds, I am not you.

Get a fuckin clue, the rule of two.

Your blood that's ruined, you act like you knew.

Now you know your blood ain't Blue.