This is a song about "Aerobic and anarobic respiration"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Grab the scissors and saws and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And remember what i said and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,