This is a song about "Fuck jack"

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

When love comes callin', don’t love back

This is samurai jack

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

And my wish is to have everything

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Just grab a jack, and relax