This is a song about "Chores"

Said no child about his chores, with a quick force,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Seeping thc from the pores, i ignore, the rules the chores

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Get on your knees bitch and do all your chores

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

Now i never did chores but of course my parents divorced,

Do my chores... before i explore your intestines with a fork.

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Huh, a metaphor of course

They've threats with time and court and chores

Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

But im cleaning you of bars like chores