This is a song about "Joy to the worls"

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

With joy a feeling they hadn't has for so long.

The door to the world, and the box to my cock

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

The sequel to the first

Shit, in this white man's world

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy