This is a song about "Your a wizzard"

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Because your a sick bastard

They call me say, word

Or something that you paid for

I'm a pro your a minor,

And girl you damn right

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Your lines, better see a physician,

I know that love it could begin

Your about to witness a massacre

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Through a tube down your neck!

Finding more light to shed