This is a song about "Rinsing and mincing"

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

I'mma treat you like my whip

And some strawberries and some chocolate

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

And remember what i said and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And get it again and again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men