This is a song about "The rusty trombone"

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

The water from the past is the same water in the present

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

The bigger the the fun

On the bible you can run

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

But i got a rusty pin and i know how to work the lock,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

The more battles the better the flows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes