This is a song about "Loquat valley"

They at the same spot they making no progress

Like shadows in the valley of death

Chilling in the valley with sally eating lobster in an alley

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Not were in the valley of the shadow pioneers

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

From the valley of oppression,

I make songs about shit for attention

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil:

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.