This is a song about "Zucco and blu"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Everyday a star is born

And once i'm dead and gone

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year