This is a song about "Fours tacks"

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/

25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta

My bitch get on all fours, like a cheetah,

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Know your fuckin' facts, you ain't sharper than tacks

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

First get on all fours and beg me please

Automatic kill for pennies

So call me red cos i beat elite fours

I put these poems all in these songs

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I earn plaques spit attacks sharp as tacks