This is a song about "Bittersweet symphony"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Cause in her mind, my one voice sounds like a full symphony,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Who do you pretend to be, my enemy, it's bittersweet,