This is a song about "Bens an bemer"

Anorexics an apatite

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

An immortal technique

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Just an alert of an amber

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

You're uncool like my mother kin

Its an imagination

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth