This is a song about "Kids"

You can hear it in my lyrics

Stories we were told as kids

Don’t you be holding back, your love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

How about our president killing innocent kids?

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics