This is a song about "Vicky the blonde"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Only thing thicker than a blonde girl, is my smoke

I show true blonde an light blue makin you look right through

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Walk up to a blonde virgin and ask her out she says yes so i tell ill see ya tonight,

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the