This is a song about "Ur a son of a bitch"

Have a ware and look above ur

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

Let's have a toast for this new love

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell

But u got only two holes son..well.. ur a true whore cuz every multi i spit ur holes multiply twice/

All i really know is that i gotta master flow, police throw me on the ice then i wasnt so nice,

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Ever since then i had no job