This is a song about "Sucking and fucking and sucking and fucking"

And blast you with his fucking

Don't want to be the king

Damn is your mattress dry

And shoot the fucking sky,

And lets go to the fucking playoffs

And then i quickly pick the target off

Inglorious, notorious and fucking injurious,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

To fucking shine this bright and blind

Uh, this what's been on my mind

And im going so fucking nuts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

To half of clowns and fucking cows

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.