This is a song about "Puppies and shit"

No swing and a miss shit,

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Thus spake zarathustra now i'm philosophical and shit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Stop and go writing shit stoned

They forgot about the fourth coast

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Listen, this is my shit. and while i buy shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Talks to herself and shit

With g's in my pocket

And shit i live to learn,

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate