This is a song about "Explosives"

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

If there were no explosives in the world, it would create

If there were no explosives in the world, it would create

And i could see you coming home after work late

Pushin the hotdog handcart with explosives strapped under it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit