This is a song about "Must wash hamds"

That you thought were smart, until they had a brain wash,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

For achieve our dreams we must

I fear no opponent

Slap it on a butty, ten foot thick, then wash it all down with a cup of sick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Brain wash till the thought of you *throws up* yack

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Shenti crawls out of bed to wash and shave

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window