This is a song about "Corn on the cob"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Sitting forlorn, treating your dick like corn man you need god

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Full of shit, like i ate that john

' alright, already, the show goes on