Always tryna change someone's flow and then wonder how this world became so phenomenal. Phermones and then some, it's not in your control and that's what blows it, oh! I'm sorry, did I do that;? While I'm marchin around wit Steve Urkel on my back? You think my sacrifice is somethin to bat an eye at? Wait is that why G got his eye black? Me, forsaken? Bro, I think not...don't ask the question if you can't mention what my fuc*in name is. The light, the door, you on the floor, lemonade on the block? Knock, knock Jenny, where are you? Bey's lemons...Becky with the long blonde hair. While Nita Simone is defecatin on the microphone? Wait, Em's in what? He tripped and fell into a slut? Oh my God, how can that be? Oh fuc* it, I'll blame Shady! Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God it's fuc*in him. Oh my God, Becky, Oh my God, it's fuc*in Eminem. Wait Marshall, you don't wanna hear it, see it, smell it or touch? Wait, am I sayin too much? I'm not a groupie, I'm not a Stan and you're not my God damned man. Get your attention 5k to talk or know the words to all your songs? Don't want your money, I wanted to help you make some. You give, you take, reciprocate...fu*k destiny and your cake. People like the cake, they like to bake but wanna eat it too...don't blame me, just blame you. Your life is your own. You've never been required....all these wordz have been Lucifer inspired. Don't like it? You're fired....and here you go ladies and gents; your Fire Marshall. Praise be to God.