Look at the print when I walk in the sand
I got them drums like I march in a band
Doot doot doot doot they get hit with a stick
I got the cannon they calling me nick
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Look at the print when I walk in the sand
I got them drums like I march in a band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Dang this ain’t no orchestra
I got a drum that hold 66 books you know
Enemy shot up look at them booking it
I got a scope I call Patrick I look at it
I pray my hittas they knock at your door
Guess I’m a fisherman swinging this pole
I hope I make God proud look I’m just killing Em’
Get check at your table you know we keep billing em’
I’m playing the sax Like Clinton I’m billing em’
I just hear music my drum keep on drilling em’
I don’t like Satan he a snake and I’m peeling him
Shed all that skin get exposed for the sin in him
What’s another word I need a synonym
Jesus is the Word so He gone deal with him
I got a drum and stick so I’m shooting him
Look now they dead no we ain’t healing them
Look at the print when I walk in the sand
I got them drums like I march in a band
Doot doot doot doot they get hit with a stick
I got the cannon they calling me nick
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Look at the print when I walk in the sand
I got them drums like I march in a band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band
Making the band