This is a song about "Irish spring"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.