This is a song about "Penis hair"

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

And these shape-shifting hoes

And now i walk around without a care

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

For 9 years in spain had the time share

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

As the blood leaked, i proceeded to cut off his penis.

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

You appear as if you care

He'd rather come his hair.

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Penis, vagina im a mixture of all it