This is a song about "Pickled cunts"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

Locked in tight cause you're trying to keep this cunts buzz

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen