This is a song about "Eric blaha fuck boy"

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

Boy, boy fuck the chorus for now, fuck man, you'll have to bring yo' muhfuckin ears out