This is a song about "Case of beers"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Speak, motherfucker, before i hit you with bottles of beers.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Im fed up with lives problems case of the cold shoulders/

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Was framed, got the case of salts

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Was framed, got the case of salts

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Was framed, got the case of salts

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

But i've got an awful bad case of writer's block.

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I was framed, got the case of salts