This is a song about "Corn on the cob"

' alright, already, the show goes on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Watch some porn suck my dick while i eat some pop corn

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Light the way, lead us on

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

You cant grab on whats on the news