This is a song about "Your moms fat tits"

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

You cant get your fat head round this.

In the caravan with some latin bitches

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Every damn shirt you own is a shirt for showin' off your tits,

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back