This is a song about "Spike balls"

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Sittin on bowling balls

Shots, they back and forth

This is takeover meets ether

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner

Been spending most our lives

Your balls hiding in their whites

Remember the spike ma, i know that you do.

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Then you'll try to spike my corona with sleeping pills

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Your balls get susan boyle

And with any luck i'll make it land on a spike

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight