This is a song about "Tim and eric"

And kill yourself and your clique

Redan road, that’s my street

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Living young and wild and free

On they twitter writing novels, see

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

And more than confident

Grab the scissors and saws and

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,