This is a song about "Hitler stalin poop shit tacos sandwiches cyan prostates"

I poop so hard my face farts to the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

And it weighs a ton

Purgin haters like stalin

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Took me a while just to write those