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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

You had a gun in your hand but you just turned around and waved it at them.

Im around fakes so i just kept it all in and started drinking,

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

As he skins into hell's grasp as it wasn't heaven he believed in, he laughed,

Pop it back stick it out

When she f***in' turns around

In rap terms he keeps it real

Bad bitches come in here

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

In rap terms he keeps it real

To what we doing here