This is a song about "My dark soul"

Because my soul spit like fire

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

Doctor made her fatter

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

My own soul i can't find

You on my mind

My soul is feelin full,

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour