Whats your deal man
Are you for real man
I’m getting tired of you
Living in my orifice
Whats your plan man
You smell like HamJam
I’ve seen the bits of faeces
Jump from your oesophagus
Why don’t you go man
Don’t block my flow man
I’ve seen you squirm in your half-baked
Layman’s critical shit
Coz I'm the real deal
Yeah I'm the real kill
You’re just a bitch man
You don’t know the half of it
Woah I wake up in the morning watch my mind ejaculate
It doubles in itself and within that it procreates
It smells like metal burns like rubber as it ovulates
It drills into your ear
Don’t fuck me whilst I oscillate
I keep it cool man
All in my pool man
I’m getting tired of all your half-baked
Laymans critical shit
Coz I’m the real deal
Yeah I’m the real kill
You’re just a bitch man
You don’t know the half of it