This is a song about "Eric roberts jizz"

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Wrap em up in jizz like its my version of a cocoon,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Stand in my face, ima spit, shit, piss and jizz how that taste

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Than i jizz once again but this time in her and she says fuck, and i scream shit,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

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