This is a song about "Don t panic bigga"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And now these hoes are on my line

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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

Aint no surgery here girl all of this is organic, dont panic

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,

Too fast when i mangle the fascists that're damn tangled in panic

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow