This is a song about "Ian watkins and kid rape"

Watching over til they come and kill your brother, rape your mother

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Just steal and rape and kill your strife life, trife, modest too,

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

You better rape the replay button and have this song in a loop,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

You better rape the replay button and have this song in a loop,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

We both had dreams of being great

Cause i only rap about rape

I know the world been waiting for that

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Let me dress you up as a school girl and rape ya,