This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

I'm ill, sick of lil penis fappers takin notes from kill bill

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

And i leave keeping her within my rear view sight,

Take my penis out and try to cram

I gotta question for you man

You can't solve it, silly rabbit

The real muscle in the message of that

I'm a tiny pants goon

And her smile lit up the room

Than you gotta have a handle on your arse to take

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Now here's the point where you might think