This is a song about "Cask of amontilla"

Would look at us all the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Always knew where the pot was

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

But make sure if they do see

Thoughts of immortality

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard