This is a song about "Sam mumford bald head egg poached"

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

My god come before this bread

Hearing voices in my head

Musical shots at your head,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Even uncle sam agrees.