This is a song about "Electronic arts"

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

I used to have a nine to five

I'm the best electronic device.

Mama told me it'd be days like this

The game is electronic cat piss

Not electronic but control it

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

This hip hop's mixed in with pop to be correct it's electronic

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Rapping like im practicing dark arts