This is a song about "12 bar blues"

My time with their half-witted reviews

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Put me down, i won't take shit. raise the bar a bit.

Drunken bastard from a bar

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Sniffing up the coke, but its the bar weed am on/

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I'm a fucking rap star

Just listen to this bar,

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped