This is a song about "People like to be the heroes and stuff"

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

If your man can't keep up wit you

And all the stuff that you went through

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

We're the heroes unsung

I'm a son of gun

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

You in to that animal stuff

See, i'm just trying to focus

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets