This is a song about "Speech disorder"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Matter fact, i mortar guys n' before disorder dies, i more than horrify

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Attention deficit disorder

Listen to every word that i slur

Shit, i'm much more than a good speech

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

Never wrong at any level

But your speech is not colloquial.

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat