This is a song about "Fucking babies"

Suspicious babies in britches

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Because i'll eat yo babies

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband