This is a song about "Son of satan"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

I'm the bastard son of a

You made me wanna

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I live a life of violence like satan gave me a hellish assignment

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

Like the son of goku, but son know i do not gohan, i goham, ho check the program/

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

85. relative of satan,

Marvelous author in publications of satan

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them