If it's lyrics to a new hip hop song rapped by you, I'm waiting to hear a demo.
If it's some kind of challenge, I'll win. I'll beat you down so hard that you'll think you've been fucked by a 4-8-8-4 Union Pacific Big Boy. I'll have to break the Geneva Protocol on chemical and biological warfare, but I'll do it. I'll.
With dry manties.
Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right, little honey / Oh, since I set my eyes on you. / I tell you the truth.
I can't get it right / Get it right / Since I met you...