This is a song about "Nasal and viner"

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I fear no opponent

And remember what i said and

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

We got money to go get baby

Living young and wild and free

And i'm dizzy and spinning

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And a fridge and some broccoli

Hey, must be the money