This is a song about "Sex infections"

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I got to make sure that i can play here

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

It wasn't about the sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets