This is a song about "Golfing like tiger woods"

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Nity? all i have now is to live in the woods and cook squirrel's carcasses,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Hands and feet i'm securing, eating you alive i'm wolfing, i'm on par but i ain't golfing

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

If you wish to wake the tiger, at least give him his fangs

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

In the woods, i began to slaughter those weaker than me.

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Or know them testament verses

I like to use the word like love.