This is a song about "Pan"

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

It's the perfect plan

Still the man with the pan