This is a song about "Dead babies"

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

I'm killing off,all the babies

I'm everything that they call nice

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Babies are visible lets keep this visual before i'm become vengeful and

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/