This is a song about "Edward scissortongue the prospector"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Where the fuck the chorus

Always knew where the pot was

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Still the man with the pan

Here's the answer and the antidote:

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

As the tao converted the thief

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe