This is a song about "Mash potatos"

Together all the timethought it was true love

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

But i wont be playin catch up or gettin mash up,

Nonhuman, mash pies in the face because they live in a sorority

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

When i'd rest my head in your lap watching mash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

But i'm only a slave to this rap fame, my face scrambled up in a mash,