This is a song about "Wood blamke"

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

We're young and we don't give a fuck

This information is vital, look

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

And please never disrespect my set

Hide bodies in a wood shed

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood