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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Your lines are too too simple like a single fish in a pond

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

Tuckin' heat in dungarees and overalls, the free lunch,

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

, taken to the pond and drowned

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

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