Alright, look, let me tell you something: It goes a little something like this... Party like a rockstar, and pass it along! I'm far from being a choke artist; I'm too strong! So, listen up, bub, and you can never be wrong! Addicted to victory, my life will be long! Put cho back into the work you put in for sure, Like, win big or go home; but, my life is so pure! And I don't need a cure, cuz I will endure! But stay sharp and watch yo six o'clock, little cur?! Cuz if you turn against me, you will burn and stir! And if you'll try denying it, I'll know that you were! After all, you know I'm militant, so go take ya pills, And countcha cards at home while you gamble to pay (your bills!) I kill for thrills, and I'm addicted to speed, Like I'm flaunting my skills, And I'm feelin the chills because I'm signing more deals When chicks keep on their high heels! And, just for real, when I rise, The limit isn't the skies! So I keep secrets, not lies...! I already enjoy this job, never makes me feel blue! But I'm head of the mob, and yet don't know what to do! But, you were already dead before I walked in the room! So now, which of them said, I'm gonna marry my doom? (my ETERNAL doom!?) Attention, please, as I exit the stage, And blow a kiss to the crowd with my pocketed wage! Good night, ladies and gentlemen, that's all for tonight! So I jump off stage and drop the mic!