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

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Tryna kill my dreams

Teenage parties, i recommend you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?