This is a song about "Hang"

When blacks pack with minorities

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Hang your problems on a hanger

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Now i hang my head in shame

You're not usin' your brain

Come hang with the greatness.

On the slow jam of love

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I like to hang out with kate,

Hang yourself and be sure to allow me to keep the noose,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose