This is a song about "Devils pentagon"

Her father in his room sucking the devils dick,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

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

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.

Old sneakers that's worth more than your new apparel

Lyrically i'm extravagant fully automatic the devils advocate,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

C4 was planted at the twin towers, missiles hit the pentagon,