This is a song about "Waylon and jesse"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Cause some of you bitches funny

And a fridge and some broccoli

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different

This is the concrete

And stop playing hide and seek,

Indubitably i'm too street

And kill yourself and your clique