On stage rattled engaged in battle struggle with grammar
And juggle the glamour hard to exist without stamina
My course is right, why am I forced to fight plus kind
Of Hoarse tonight and still utter the butter that clutter minds
And microphones a psycho known like Norman Bates I ax
Cats in hotels when I flow well call them mother and wax
The blood off the floor, my menu plain wants to continue
And remain in the game wearing Haynes pants win true
Dames with romance, thrive feeding my fat dog needing
A catalog for ordering stuff slaughtering enough by proceeding
Into battle needing some cattle to spook so they start stampeding
As my odd fate will moderate my progress grab books for reading
Look I hold beef with bold teeth very brief when eating and
Defeating nice rice with chop sticks as a hot man my plot stand
Being pressed for money the stress isn’t funny had to pawn
My possessions now standing in the lawn with confessions calm
Like the hot USHER not a rusher into situations end up like Tom
Cruise on a mission impossible with visions of a gospel yall