This is a song about "Wanking with lemons"

Influence i used to fight with

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Enough pain already to sleep with

But you hate them navel kisses

Yeah you think you're tough with

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

There's nothing this idiocy compares with,

With rock, shock rap with doc

Put my trust in my god

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

But nah, he is quite different

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was