This is a song about "Large pieces of wood"

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

From hollywood to the hood

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See, where i come from is hard

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Let's pretend he never scribbled on the pieces of paper,

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

I got a lot of plans that were in itself master pieces