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

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Then some lady named billie holiday

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

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

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell