This is a song about "My mole"

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole