This is a song about "Parody of radioactive"

Feeling, of appealing

Let my angel sing

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

I'm a radioactive rapper,lines poisining like iodine.

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

My rhymes are fucking radioactive, like theyr straight outa chernobyl,

Cause there'll never be peace

Top of my pile of bodies

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Out of mind out of sight

Look, now roll my j tight