This is a song about "Kathy bates"

Tatted up girl sniffin, like she's kathy griffin

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

You ain't crazy as norman bates, that's up for debate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation