This is a song about "Cords"

And then disconnect your spinal cords,

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Take em out in just one blow unplug there evil cords

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

And rip out your vocal cords, and then disconnect your spinal cords,

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And rip out your vocal cords,

I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first