This is a song about "Brunswick"

Kill streak of more then one hundred and eighty john wayne gacys,

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

This the killer's paragon, make your neck do an aileron

The one you should hear inside your ear and nominate,

Like john smith i know he's pocahontas' opposite