This is a song about "German whip"

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

We getting money, you can face the facts

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

But make sure if they do see

So get off that whip cody,

Whip out this dick and then she'd lay me/

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Then im ready open my door unlock my whip