This is a song about "Scott laboosh s monster dick"

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Hell, probably be scott-free, doubt i'd be duly caught

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Me and darren scott, we're rapping about our exes.

And she gon let it loose, hey

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Ok fuck it/i lied/i'm a green eyed monster/

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Couple rape charges people think you're a monster

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Get away scott free cause im more descreat than sleep,