This is a song about "Gay babies"

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

I'm why baby mamas leave

I'm killing off,all the babies

Because what you spit is gay,

All up under the covers day

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

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

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I fuck ladies they all want my babies so they pay me