This is a song about "Coal gasificatiob"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was black as coal,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

It's apart of her goal

Sell my soul, price of coal

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Guys saw a lump of coal & i scooped her up & inside was a diamond.