This is a song about "Pencil sharpener"

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Sit and think sinful, so i grab the mic and shrink pencil,

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Here's the pensive, grab a pencil

Lady at the frank stand will

And no longing for dates

Fuck it when my pencil breaks

Wanting to stab a couple bully's in thier eyes with a number 2 pencil,

So stop worrying about me and sympathize with the instrumental/

Fuck it when my pencil breaks

And today we're still in chains

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

As i light one for ill will

I spit rough,mouth close pencil and hands on paper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her