This is a song about "Wiggle wiggle"

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

Twinkle your nose, wiggle your toes do whatever you gotta do,

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

Grab the nearest politician and swing at em with my picket ax

You have the look of somnolence, it's your limp game

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Let's hold hands as we sittin on the swing sets,

And everybody's having sex

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Time and time again we're stuck but won't budge

Scene set with me on the swing sets

I'm on deck i'm up next