This is a song about "Jena cotton"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Out in the cotton gin

I know that love it could begin

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Out in the cotton gin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.