This is a song about "Corpse fuck"

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

I tears apart your dead corpse, then id burn the body with a torch,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

The cops are on their way to pick up all the bloody corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

And when i start to rise