This is a song about "Turd porn"

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Wait you can't help all you do is watch robot porn

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

In a fuss n' cussin up a storm jackin off watchin porn chokin myself with chloroform

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

But i cant even look at some porn with out my parents flipping shit

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Shit... turd flow- each bar's on my cess pit checklist

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Let me consult my magic tome stashed away within this stack of porn