This is a song about "Your dad mollesting the creator of this webpage"

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

I wanna invite carl cuz hes my dad, he always has me feelin the opposite of sad,

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

Cos it reminds her of her dad helps her rewind the time

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'l blind you from the sight of me, to your side of me this hell i bring

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

These are words from the creator

Go 'head and hate me hater