This is a song about "Imbeciles and lasagna"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

From the back seat, back seat

They laugh and scream and leap

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

I cant stress it enough to you imbeciles

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Now my rhymes straight lasagna.

Now hey little mama

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts