This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

My rap has now come to an end

Nigga i ain't never scared

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I'm kickin' derriere, no beats with wary snares,

Shit i wonder if i can.

We in the big thingseat a dick man

Camel spitting on the channel/

Lady at the frank stand will