i don't give a fuck about the money or the fame, or any groupie trying to touch me, I don't even know her name, and I'm just kicking a rap to fade the competition, cuz sick of the sappy, heinous opposition, man I'm painting watch or listen, mothafuckas wanna have another personal epiphany, I'm coming with a symphony, eliminating everybody/anybody, run up like a cannibal and bite 'em like a peanut butter apple, in a minute, I'ma nibble on a pentagram, and every single bitter lamb is getting so offended, I don't give a damn if anything a mental plan is coming, as a visually integrated entity, and everybody's gonna get the guillotine, yeah!, I'm gettin' cinematic in a matter of a minute, every milligram is devilish, the vatican will kill it dead, gonna kill it til it's dead, i'ma try to get em in the head, cornfed, midwestern whore-bred, she looks though thick, and juicy give it to me in the booty-shorts, then you gotta get up in the morn' and look at the iPhone bitch, because, i don't give a fuck about the money or the fame, or any groupie trying to touch me, I don't even know her name, and I'm just kicking a rap to fade the competition, cuz sick of the sappy, heinous opposition, man I'm painting watch or listen