This is a song about "Atilla the hun"

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A loss plus one have fun hun for my gun has just quivered taken a win

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The streetz is aint the safe

And i just love your flashy ways

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Fuck this is fun... now nod your head in agreement hun.

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The bigger the the fun