This is a song about "Words and more"

Super magic, abracadabra kid

I get called more and more sadistic

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

The words you speak more gentle than a newborn's cheek

Another love song about shit

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

One day you'll be dead and no more

The world around me, more and more blurred

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I'll take your words and boil it,

The dead society of a poet

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

He loved her more than words could explain

Ill leave you off with more words then me, i only need a few cause i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die