This is a song about "The turban and the bomb"

Salad be tossy, green as the thing that survives the bomb

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

The bomb is can bwe you is

So it's nothing to finish

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I bomb drop all over die with dignity like the kamikaze

Terrorist, bomb on my chest, jealous cuz i'm better than the rest,

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Plant the bomb like petunia

And no one can tell me im wrong, cause i'll shoot the roof off like a time bomb

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I'm fucking awesome like nagasaki i dropped the bomb

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Because i got the contacts to the bomb threats

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes