This is a song about "French multilation personal"

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Personal assault, how could her father do that to his lover

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

To further personal gain and interest, and see there's evidence,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman