This is a song about "Fukin on yo bi"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Yo randy, fuck yo matchsticks, go suck on a cactus.

Yo, there's something on my chest (what?)

She was the queen of the club

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

//yo motherfuckers y'all been sleeping on lucifer....

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Chilldren hold on to yo teddy

On yo ugly ass face

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

My fist cracked on impact yo,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Yo girl jumped on my cock/

Bring the keys, oh my god