Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head Into my childhood they're spoon fed Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real Look at the pages that cause all this evil Mary

Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if you're dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat