This is a song about "Hip dysplasia"

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Inspired by hip hop that sounds so classic

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Now you've grazed your knee and broken your hip.

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

Hip is hopping, like frogs

Bitch got all them booty shots

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Draw so fast from the hip,