This is a song about "Hip hip"

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Cause we talkin' hip hop bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

We left em a world that's cursed