This is a song about "Your a wizzard"

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

And ask me how was my night

Your body with a spike

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Your a man whore julio gonzalez

A picture in your mind

The glare makes me hard to find

Pop a bullet in your chest,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Your about to witness a massacre

Couple years later they had my brother