Get me started I blow up like the Sun on a bad day,
keep you under constant pressure with countless solar rays.
Helpless, you´re stuck on the edge, what´s tha cause?
You nimwit I left you stranded in the heliopause.
"maraD" makes my diaphragm flutter, I laugh.
Translated to Dmara you "gutter" a.k.a.: Trash.
You never flew, but that don´t mean you can´t crash!
I´m like Uranium Son, in it´s natural state,
continuously spittin Protons, guaranteed to seal your fate.
I spit´em till I transform physically into lead,
now melt me down, load me up and aim for the head,
I know it wasn´t fair, but now literally, D´s dead.
I´ve prepared a eulogy just for this occasion...
f*** IT! Let´s shun the pretense and start the celebration