Jay you shouldn't cheat on Bey Em you should've stayed with Kim Kim you should've stayed with Ye Ye you should've of stayed with Yaweh God wants to help but you're too busy doing it ya'll way I just saw your soul for sell on ebay You all brag the same way, reminds me of someting(goat sound)Top five nothing, no need for barbershop debates, in a list of the worst (we the best) you're some of the greats What a bunch of old goats, whose gloats are all redundant in sound. Repetitive uniform your weighed down by fancy cowbells. Hardend hearts, lost souls, Soft shells. after you're milked of all your cheese, you'll fade, wilt and wonder for eternity if fame and wealth in a life as short as a vapor was really the reward worth chasing after, where there is no paper in the here after, sad to say you get what you pay for, cackling laughter tormenting mockery praise for your wasted soul, drop another sick heartbeat for your puppet master welcoming you to your everafter. So just Bring your aviator shades the flames can be blinding What's fifty grand to a decomposing corpse will you please remind me? When a reality show diva holds you down a comedian is bound 2 come around That was (eazy)