This is a song about "The huns are deid"

People are evil, the weak are feeble, lack meat...

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

You're uncool like my mother kin

All the coldest are fallin

To mcs that don't rhyme good

The hoes are resented,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Their remains are feeding the rodents

Some are already up there, while most the rest are swimming,

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

These are visions from the wulf

I flash smiles at the mean looks

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Are the meaning of ignorance

And the chances are slim

Class is in session