This is a song about "Melvins peniz in sams moth swashing around he bites it"

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

A man around 40, he answers the door,

In rap terms he keeps it real

But it's clouds over here

Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

I just might throw a big amount

He didn't say a word he just turned around

Reason i stuck with the sound

They love it when i come around

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Thought he'd catch his breath before he came back around,

Maybe that's why i've got a brain that acts practically raped,

He grabbed hold of it and stood up in astonishment that he was saved