Going to the Mattresses

I think it was from The God Father, "Going to the Mattresses", and it means something like going to war.
So I'm Going to the Mattresses with all the things holding me back, tying me down, and nailing me to their proverbial crosses. This isn't some bullshit motivational piece about how to unfuck your life up. I'm not going to tell you, to tell the universe to suck your dick, and give you what you want. If you're one of those idiots who thinks that shit works, you should fellate yourself, as it will give you more benefit.
I'm just going to say, go to war.
I don't care why, and I don't what with. If you feel you have to, do it. But do it right.
I've built my defensive structures, positioning them where they'll be a hazard to the enemy. I've picked my own ground, terms and weapons. I've sent scouts and spies to acquire the appropriate targets, and gather intelligence. Forged alliances and manuvered my troops...
She will hit that Matress. I'm very good at War Games.

The Hadith of Al-Kaffir (Song of the unbeliever)

I'm swallowed in the hollow
Where Christ doth hold my hand
And Mohamed pulls a sword
Drawing blood from the sand.

Holy Mother's in the meadow
Crucifying good and bad
With moses cracking rocks
Making water for jihad

I'm swaying on the spiral
Divined from Adam's sand
With Eve holding hearts and ribs
In her hollow yellow hand

Crown'd Beast and Burden ris'n
poking ad-Dajjal in the eye
All god's desert children
Will will doom us all to die

Mahdi guide me nowhere
Let Isa bring us home
Virgin blood to warm me
Let her child's-cry drone

I'm swallowed and I'm hollow
In palm of Evil's hand
Messiahs need the saviors
When blood pools in the sand