This is a song about "Turtles pond lunch melinda bassoon"

Never agree with that message

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Because this man was murdered, he wasn't out for lunch

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Yeah, we get this cabbage

And i never ever skipped lunch,

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Lookin’ for some action

Knocked out in the lunch in

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage