This is a song about "Jish your slacking"

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines