This is a song about "Jack o the cunt"

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

Ratchet and clank saga. kick a bitch in the cunt and make her drop her sponge.

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

51. don't over dramatize the whole scene cunt!

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/