This is a song about "The maori language"

Know every language, i read your body language

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I rap in tongues that need explainin', speak the language faithfully,

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Of language will suggest if they're hard and they own the throne,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

When my competition ain't much

But please excuse my language

The bigger the the fun

Ok i hear you talkin

My mama smoked so god damn much

And please excuse my language