check his vitals i think we losing him bound to drown if you can't swim you better hit the gym drug infused musical whim don't be trying to skim leave your as out on a limb lights get dim I think we losing him I think we losing him it's looking grim hood hymn Fort Brim leave you separated like Ye did Kim just remember you are not a Sim you are not a Sim you are not a Sim ain't no coming back unless you made a pac with the devil and that's just fact damn Boss that's just the damn cost of being lost in the sauce ain't that right Hoss better check his vital doa on arrival ain't no survival this is my recital you already know the Title GOAT You can hate me don't make me none I'm numb from all the hate lately while you are all on dick if you choose to rim just stay away from me I think we losing him