This is a song about "Control alt delicious"

Where i could be in control,

Purify that woman soul

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Yum yum delicious gobble em up,

Brought the sword as a mind control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Not electronic but control it

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

And every one of y'all should know i'm outta control

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Just another system of control

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll