This is a song about "The huns are deid"

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

That the villains are pulling in

First off congratulations on the win

Lies, tangled with fiction

And the chances are slim

So here i am at the store for some chips

Are the meaning of ignorance

Where the kids are raving

Don't want to be the king

And the razors are double bladed

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

You are not real you are fake that's the deal

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote