This is a song about "Jokes"

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes

We will all be tokens and jokes like south park high

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Cracking the jokes, laughing, and half are just ghosts,

This is oh so much like getting votes

Soak like yoke, yapping non-funny jokes,

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Aha you got so many jokes

Brighter than yellow bones

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Dvd’s and my dirty clothes