This is a song about "Eric likes men"

Rich white and black white-washed men/

And do i need to mention when

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

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

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

Cause men lie, women lie

Damn is your mattress dry

Verses slicing likes swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson