This is a song about "Ur awsome penis"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Penis, vagina im a mixture of all it

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You wouldn't be hard if you had a penis pump

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

I'm ill, sick of lil penis fappers takin notes from kill bill

On your fucking penis depot

Dig, these niggas is fake joe