This is a song about "Off with the head"

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Ill slice the head off all you

I'm about to rip the head off this little fuckin bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Fuck im coming off the dome with it

But with only the pain in my head

So if i do call it's just a check

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Find the body rip off the head and put it in my nap sack