This is a song about "Cunts muffins"

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

For me it's all that matters i harm cunts with slashes

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Translation cause my life is too sweet

They cunts think that we are weak

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

See, with you, i never see it wrong

These haters hope i hurry up and die

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie