This is a song about "The brave little pickle"

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

The anonymity of the internet makes idiots brave

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Brave like brave heart drugs but stay smart pop some sweet tarts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Dont force out the fuck yous little bitch

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots