This is a song about "Shadowy shovel wielding shameless sixth sinister son of a siamese salamander"

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

You think it’s sinister, like we’ve committed a sickening crime,

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Or i'll do worse than a psycho does with a metal shovel

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Better things to do/ then live in the sinister shadow of man who hurt you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea