This is a song about "Make bite the dust"

But nah, he is quite different

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less