This is a song about "Your nana bouncing on this dicklike tigger"

Beautiful are thou, africa

"thud" there goes your head, bouncing around like a

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

When you've possessed this feeling of everything building on your chest

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Leave your will on this napkin

Go where you ain't been

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The thoughts of killing you in different ways are bouncing,

So all of this is a valid explanation on why your so fucked in the head,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

You're on this site with your purchased pc

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way