This is a song about "Amputee"

The body count is the physical proof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

So you pulled the cord- disconnect

And i ain't never left

My mind is bout as straight as scoliosis and spinal cords

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Tranquillisers are injected to awaken me as i antagonise mountain lions,

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Sipping on some mountain dew, cones i've had a few

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Probably sitting there so lonely with a neckbeard and a mountain dew

.......man whats a hill to a mountain,

Top ranked, number one my son