This is a song about "The hut"

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

By the phone, no call

Where the ball meets the wall

The flooding of the nothing

I'm doing the same thing

Do the math, get the sum

Something wicked this way come

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the