This is a song about "Flaming chickens"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

That you'll never acquire, you're chickens, apply logic

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,