This is a song about "Herp de derp"

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite