This is a song about "Song"

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

I made a song at camp

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

We at the top where we belong

Instead of singin' the same song

Haven't seen the world in so long

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

We buy out stores till its all too gone

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

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Da inspiration to make dis song.

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

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