This is a song about "French twat"

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

So i ring him up and say michael why do you act a twat?