This is a song about "Bow hunting"

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Call me a clown but a week from now

Give an applause, take my bow

It's a beautiful bliss

So bow down to the miss.

The youngest of my mother kids

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now

All i want is you now

Im the king u better bow