Cursing masters with chest, I chant the words of the Don, I and I, absolute proclamator, Blast pussyoles, Babylon Detonator I, and only I will command, Thousands of feet pon this tower I stand, Knife in hand, ten thousand in my chest, Gargling the blood of my enemies in jest! Crawl, dem who crawl up my tower come skinless, Me dun smite wid wickedness, me leave you pussyoles limbless! Plunge my fist of hate, and detonate! Babylon detonator!