This is a song about "Bob saget"

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

I’m tryna be low key

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,