This is a song about "Multimeter wire cutter flat head screw wire cutter flashlight"

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Who knows? they're probably tapping us with fiber optic wire,

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

To tie the wire to his tire

You know...you know who you are

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck