This is a song about "Bad singing"

I was born to do the damn thing

Ringing digging singing

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

They cringin at the singing i deliver

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Is that they got you singing along with them,

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Stalked a ho rapper, saw him singing in the shower