This is a song about "Rip spider"

But there's no spider bite, and no dumped waste

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

And if i do go you better come through

Fuck you man,i'm gonna rip you,

It didn't help a bit, grab a razor let it rip

I got two whole tears in a bucket

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And rip out your vocal cords,

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Your friendly neighborhood spider-man

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you