This is a song about "Cactus"

Yo randy, fuck yo matchsticks, go suck on a cactus.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I spit hard on point like a fuckin cactus

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Your family tree must be a cactus cause everyone on it is a prick.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

Your family tree must be a cactus cause everyone on it is a prick.

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I go hard every time making points like a cactus,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status