This is a song about "Woodywood pecker"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

If you felt some guilt when you red this bill

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

My girl said fuck off dad hes my man and im about to fuck his wiener,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Ever since bill clinton was still in office

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I'm blatant evil, run this shit, you know that i'm a psycho prick,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

That she trully is a winner, tell then i know that flame wont flicker,

Ballin in green like im larry bird

The concept is so absurd