This is a song about "Final countdown"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

Came bursting out in one final shot,

And don't make vibrations stop

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Damn, now that's what the fuck you call dedication

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

The final war of the whack and sick