Listen bitch, I should call you Dauphine, you got too much gasoline, now I gotta get in that ass, no Vaseline, everytime I BUST, you become a cream puff, I always laugh when bag wants to be seen as tough, I intervene, I've seen enough, I rip all his rough drafts to smithereens, told bag how he was a blithering, he's not real he's a figurine, I figure I'll move on to bigger and better things, like my dick size which can be used as a tool for measuring, get off my jewels I see how all you fools are treasuring what I register, reading my rhymes is your pleasure, I know that so that's added pressure, so I spaz quick like go go gadget and use attachments on whoever's on the bracket, one time I blacked out and turned a devout atheist into a Catholic, it's the illusion of magic, the conclusion can be found within the intrusions of your moral fabric, welcome to my playground to be more elaborate...