(Wha-wha-wh- What type of man)

I plant bombs in my lawn

For ATFs who think I'm wrong

Pistol crossbow in each arm

Explosive arrows, can't keep calm

I blow thee, with an RPG

So much smoke you can hardly see

Bodily harm, fire alarms

Mounted acid gun, burn down the farm

What drives a man to come to these atrocities?

I can feel the heat, it's all around me

Laying here in the street, my chest exploding

I, I'm finna die, with never knowing why

(Radio: The post office was the location for a random bombing that happened at 2:30--)

(Wha-wha-wh- What type of man)

(Can build such a thing?)

I build pipe bombs with duct tape

Fill it with gunpowder, that’s all it takes

Get me a wick, long or quick

And when it blows, molecules split

Mushroom cloud, a boom so loud

I took out the crowd, I’m so proud

Connect these wires, twist with pliers

I’m sick and a coward, no one to admire

(Radio: Police officers located the truck on left on road at 13:47)

(Wha-wha-wh- What type of man)

Rainforest jungles, deserty sands

Downtown with buildings, I’ll shake your land

Plastic explosives, my specialty

You’ll lose a limb, fuckin’ with me

Batteries and gum, ables and sensors

Right on they neck and

There go my answers

FBI wanna take me down

Two to my chest my heart no longer pounds

(Radio: ???? Then by striking it with a hammer.)