This is a song about "12 inchises in your mum"

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

See for me its like crime never paid,all it ever did was leave my mum in a rage,

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

And if you listening know you wondering

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

There's no truth in your life but your lies were stout

There must be another route, way out

Whenever your in trouble ill be by your side

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy