This is a song about "Shit cunts"

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I said here take this shit

Razor grips, laser spit

How bout we blow this bit

I swear they talking shit

Find yourself in serious shit"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I talk about real shit

The dead society of a poet

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

If we don't see eye to eye, then fuck the cunts in the government!

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk