This is a song about "Sort"

I've always been sort of a pacifist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

At least i'd have some sort of legacy, a chance to ever blow it,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

But i think i like that, just maybe

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

She going to borrow some money

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Aboard with swords n' forts but no torch to sort regions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Your sort of like my sister,