This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Coroners comfort your mama

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

But i know i see better days

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Half mammal, and part tasty animal, playin whack a mole

I win battles like the bison

Flyer then the rest of them

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps