This is a song about "Eric roberts jizz"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

I only jizz for hot, dumb rags

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Look at who it generated, lil jizzy my jizz he representing