This is a song about "Noon"

I a'nt going eny time soon from dusk till dawn tell mother fucking noon,

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

She will be in bed, i guess till noon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Say you if you were to stuck up in the noon between the thugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

The judgment day away is growing closer, on that dreaded noon,

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self inducin' a snooze

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

And her smile lit up the room

Watchin bratz movies till noon

Watchin bratz movies till noon

Won't run out anytime soon