This is a song about "N words"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Pretending to be awake 'n

Absurd 'n' twisted, my words are vivid, as i disperse my lyrics

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Besides actions speak louder than words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Don't understand any of those words,

Just because you can rhyme words

That try to chase these skirts

Who can speat out them words,

The birds i knew flip birds

I dont care how many words,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards