This is a song about "Joan of arc"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Thoughts of immortality

Summertime in the city

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

You gotta make sure you aim right

Out of mind out of sight

All we need is convienient love

Something you've never heard of

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Gonna wash away just like noah's arc

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Return of the king of flow