This is a song about "Wood grain"

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

Hide bodies in a wood shed

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

And that you fly with the flock and that you stick to the grain

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

This information is vital, look

And hide like a beast under the wood

Repetitive competitive grain girding lanes, lined in arrays, lane to lane,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again