This is a song about "Dillon murphy"

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

And dip the mashed potato covered

Look, cole world, still a cold world

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I try to be the guy, you think about

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for