This is a song about "Dead sex"

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Too much sex appealing.

Why not me the same thing

Convertibles with turbo jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

Coroners comfort your mama

Malcolm sex is still a

Only chicken heads chicken out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt