This is a song about "The film makers"

You know what i'm saying

Rip this shit like cling film

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I am the killer, horror film addict i rhyme so much i don't need a filler,

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Growin up around crytal makers and havin no one i could confide/

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

The more battles the better the flows