This is a song about "Lucy the slag"

The more battles the better the flows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Read a fuckin dictionary, menage a trois with lucy and mary,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Ok i hear you talkin

The bigger the the fun

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly