This is a song about "Joy murder"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

I can't ant get away with murder

Your brother's getting older

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Have you ever felt joy? then you mustve felt pain.

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses