This is a song about "Songs"

They use violence but i murder with my songs

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Huh, a metaphor of course

I could barely write these songs

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

It appears in your unwitty songs

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors