This is a song about "Werewolves and vampires"

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And get it again and again

Bet i get like 8 of them

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And remember what i said and