This is a song about "The movies"

Watchin bratz movies till noon

I need a little room

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

His movies were just a fucking parody

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

To the voice of the oblivion,

Carolina where i made it from

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!