This is a song about "Four nuns in a rowing bat"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Anthropology's none to incisions i live in your history, four fifths of a g,

I be spitting rap acrobats with a bat

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Naked woman rub my back

But i am strong without a bat.

I'm flying off the handle like the slugger from a broken bat,

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I was born in plights, the type that left me at four, torn, a tyke too forlorn to fight,

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

But blind as a bat! "a concept what's that?"