This is a song about "German dungeon porn"

This a different motor man better go to work

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

Laylow and zylo, when i'm done i'd be in the dungeon

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Welcome to my dungeon, if you fuck wit me ya days are numbered

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Let me consult my magic tome stashed away within this stack of porn

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Why is there cum on the sheets? oh ya, you be masturbating to porn,

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

And it ain't no thing, you in dugas dungeon

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one