This is a song about "Drag"

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

When love comes callin', don’t look back

What a bummer, what a drag

Grab out my trust worthy razor slowly drag it across the bastards neck,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

And she throws up whatever she eats

You're a drag queen with european genes