This is a song about "Freaky fucking lingerie strippers"

Fucking painting picture

My records sell, yes sir

Fucking maggot fucking a faggot

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Be fucking specific

Lease on the whip

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Look it something they can't ever see

Whether we in our room i like it freaky