This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

But fuck the rabbit & that bitch alice,

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Laugh, make a pass, but it's my hips you'll be gripping,

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Say hi , but don't forget i also said bye god damn your thigh my tounge is

I'll put a bullet through the top of your skull and down to your spine!

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Spine into the digit.. six, he's gone sick,

Superfly, opposite of basic

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

"know you'll always be left behind until you grow a spine."

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

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