This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I'm the sushi king

Feeling, of appealing

Not likely like stay long please

Top of my pile of bodies

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Of being of always getting wired

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Cause america the terror of,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Out of this coviction of feelings

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

So rest your weary heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard