This is a song about "Undead affect"

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

You bigots do not affect me, i'm a living, breathing poet,

Got gold albums or not, i still did affect rap

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

My rhymes affect you like an irritant

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Half your body laying on my chest

But just here to represent and affect

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

That's the affect of bitches who disrespect

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

And i don’t need a cure

Nowadays it's undead on tour,