This is a song about "Message"

Pressing the hateful message

Now you speaking my language

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

I'll desecrate ya, message creates a deathly crater,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Take grace, aim for the title not for fame but a message

And the message of this letter was born

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

And this message is approved

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

It all began with a flash now we know the message

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage