This is a song about "Hiccup horrendous haddock iii"

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

Wrecking with ill skill,my rhymes are like diseases they slowly kill.

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

It's not horrendous, but i'm not a fan of this

I guess this shit has hit a hiccup.

We're young and we don't give a fuck