This is a song about "Sliding filament hypothesis"

Sliding in and outta her slot

He say, she say, oh my god

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Your spinal fluid is sliding through, while enough you try to run?

Guess that means you can never be mine

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Walkin in and out of that sliding door

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

I'm a messiah and my death is the hypothesis

This is my hypothesis

I think found where your mind was

I guess anonymoose got a shot of a widely produced hypothesis,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts