This is a song about "Crackers"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,

He told me he never knew how all of the crackers felt,

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

We ahead of the curve

A specimen of crackers

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Be a good hand-clapper and go fetch me my crackers,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

We're fucking redneck crackers, making fun of the shit,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

So i pray to those pastors who crackers, but all the think of me is i'm a

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga