This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You reflect in this heart of mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Cause america the terror of,

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Beaches of normandy.

I came up hungry

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

I'm the sushi king

Feeling, of appealing

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,