This is a song about "Terrorizing little kids"

They bringing me fish and chips

Into all the innocent kids,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I wanna feed my babys kids

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

And now your best friend's having kids

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms