This is a song about "I ll take you to the carnervil you clown"

Real light jab to opponents

You ll catch some mean lumps

I guess you can't take the pressure to be a successor

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

I'ma bust open your lip make you look like a sad clown

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

You ll still be a prize winner

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Cheerfully i say lord take my wife to heaven, thank you for the extra hour

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

People around you start to clown. drown them in their own sorrows, it's their own