This is a song about "Nude photography of xeno lesbians"

I was born to do the damn thing

Feeling, of appealing

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Beggars payin lesbians for eleven severed limbs

Of the book of your life

I used to have a nine to five

Thoughts of immortality

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Return of the king of flow

You haven't flowered loco

Of being of always getting wired

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world