This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Have you thought about your butt, who’s gonna tear it in two?

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel, i'm asleep in the front seat

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

After this stern talking to, you better be silent,

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Elm crest, stormville and dutchess park back you up

Last of a dying breed

Spark that shit, lean back in seat

They vaguely decipher my language

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

I can work on anything so no one can beat me!

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry