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

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

With such an ugly picture in it and

I grew up with no dad, and that's the root of this behavior,

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

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

Like football your ass smacked dad

When that money calls i holla back

Dad abuses the beer

I ain't hear you clear

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator