This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Turn on the radio all i hear is

Getting to you like a thorn in your side, full of scorn/

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

On the radio, that's my favorite song

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

Turnin up that radio

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low