This is a song about "Fucking the ass"

Want me to pound your fucking ass till you bleed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

I'll stick this rhyme up your ass say i'm fucking with time

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

While i'm fucking your mom in the ass dude, with no damn lube

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Yo are a pain in the ass

Gotta make that cash

Lay is fucking ass down on a mouse trap

I used to want to be the messiah of rap