This is a song about "The sausage"

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

As the tao converted the thief

We can make more, make babies

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Where the fuck the chorus