This is a song about "Making fun of their clothes"

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

It's usually lots of fun to see their souls plunge into the dark,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Stop making me insult you more,respect isnt for fun

I took my clothes of and climbed on top of her she and i kissed and kissed, making out i prefer,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

No clothes for those with no physique, making the japanese look like the greeks

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means