This is a song about "Per kristian"

Take some from the early bird and start chargin per compliment/

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

So tell the rea-per, can i live one more life

Picture me lettin this chump survive

A role bought for 5 nickles per hour, a sicko eating out a quarter-pounder's girth

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Criminal intent, out of breath, reach limits per minute,

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend