This is a song about "Bingo was his namo"

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

When money was his only motivation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Limbs his screaming to me was like hymns

These chalance give me balance

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Doubtful, i see the days of bingo and jello

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Luigi was his brother

Just another artist, and this was his pen

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again