This is a song about "Homophobic irish children"

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

I'm a son of gun

So flee this beef children,

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

All the innocent little children

So now she picks up the gun

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

An irish nerd twisting like a fuckin' tornado

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children