This is a song about "Eric roberts jizz"

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

I put that nigga in his casket

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

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised