This is a song about "Break ya neck"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Disconnecting from ya neck i really dont wanna be heading

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

We leaving ya in the back shed hanging by the neck with the garden hose

Lemme take ya back, break it down

I better get my gown

You should know my break lights don't shine since ya always in the back,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

They make me want to break my neck, all those bones.

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Or i'll come break ya back dressed up in a jason mask,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Just call up dr. rza, ask em how to break a neck. . .for science

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