Em said there's not anyone in the galaxy who, that could take him, then hocked flem and spit the spew at his shoe, stepped on it like underneath it is you, and you are the goo, it's not me, I'm more like glue, I go fucking coo coo, whenever you woo, I'm killing this beat, that's why it's in a hurse, I don't seperate the bars, cause I'm imprisoned in this uni-verse, and you like what I'm saying, so I'm in your purse, you male ladies need to go ahead and get ya hair, lips, breast, done, cause sir, ya'll bitches is fake, now I'm done battering you, go bake me a cake, but first, let me leave my meat on your grill, you'll hurry if you know that your heart is at steak,