This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

What's the point? what's the reason?

Cold, my style making my nose run

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Let's start this #tail off the top! down the #spine #accord

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Your face like a rabbit attached to its companion's back actin' tantric

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Tied to the pine, with already a broken spine, your screwed

You should probably fix your face

This is no trial, this a closed case