This is a song about "Mr t widdy"

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Hey, must be the money

Mr. prezy, where head be

Baby you so fine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

So they just call me mr. fantastic

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

You don;t thin anymore

So fuck em' all

Well, um, there's a but

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck