This is a song about "Cooking in the meth lab"

'cause you use in the lab thug, use a pen and pad rug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Blast to fast forward, i'm back in the lab zoning

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks