This is a song about "French french french is the best terror the teach"

Shout to them girls in the club that don't fuck with they professors

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

The facts is that thought is the best with the rhymes

We will never die, we are forever alive

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Who think that swearing is the best weapon.

To simulate the experience of terror

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

I'm hoping i confess

Success is best/unless the stress

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains