This is a song about "Your a prostitute"

And it's well known that rell home

Raising a kid on your own

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Inside your minds a bruised ego

Preaching to the choir though

Too focused, one word

Your in a pile of dirt

Your about to witness a massacre

You ain't more street so go suck your mother