This is a song about "Buck angel joseph asshole pussy wil fry gq"

After lebron, i'm what's next

Or a sunday fry x4

I wil make you suffer with my laughing curse...

We gotta get back to what really matters

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Hook me up to a chair and watch as my brains fry,

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

Together all the timethought it was true love

What the fuck oh its a buck.

The cool say i'm thug

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

That wil tell you staight and shame you out

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

The winged angel with a knife

An ipod mind to you walkman guys