This is a song about "11 o clock"

Yeah, it's all natural baby

I'm a grade a o g

O wait...your moms already did/

Lord forbid, for the good kid

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

O save me please just bravely

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

They say time is money, well i'm paid around the clock/

Trying to get his life together, or what not