This is a song about "Phil and alison"

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Please put that in your notes

And nasty remains and bones

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Grab the scissors and saws and