This is a song about "Charlie and the manson factory"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Never mind that's just twitch stealing lines line charlie sheen ho

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow