This is a song about "Wild things"

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Good help is hard to find

Animal style my style is wild

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

I think it's more racist than ratings

Realising that world leans on things

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Hi's parents abonded him, and his doge gone wild

And they going fucking wild

The revolution has arrived