This is a song about "Ed howlett"

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

We're sicker than a student who's piling in special ed,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Insane like ed gein, putting dope in the vein, by the bundles.

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Crossover give ed to d, so that i'll leave ill sucker limping

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Uneven-ed floors, like joeys cornelius flow might be psycho though, you trifling

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Start to laugh when i'm picturin anto sittin in special ed