This is a song about "Kidnapper auxiliary phenomena grainy bull horseplay hearse nervous bloodstream age"

We should fuck each others mothers

Somebody call the hearse

With foreign names, valet the range

Since she was a little age

If i'm athiest, i'm athiest, so please stop imposing bull.

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

This towns full of bull shit

Saying they this and that

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Shove every other emcee in the dirt cause the state won't pay for a hearse

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

But we be having that jersey

Auxiliary bringing misery/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Auxiliary artist, independently,