This is a song about "Attila the hun"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Got the passion for the music

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done