This is a song about "Pat flynn i am your assasin"

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Now i am one of your biggest fans

That's boa, see that's my set

Bitch i am in your head.

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I am a sneak your soul like a satan.