This is a song about "I woudn t test her"

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

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

If you wanna test me that's fine but i highly discourage it

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I already have my pencil out for the test ready to pass

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

She's against the ropes but i know she's up to the test

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Helps me out and drowns me every time i try to take a test,

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Something wicked this way come