This is a song about "Your songs are gay"

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs

So we can live again

Your songs are so fuckin lame

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

How your songs though? you never spent a day in the bing

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

I can do better without you

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money