A switch at birth with the drunken cartoonstance of a white stork, turned the lights off made noise flipped the switch and the intruder's eyes were bloody from my metal fork. Fuck a spork on the dinner table cause it's useless like a toast drink, enter the chambers of reality executed you called ya life lines the weakest link. Play'n ghetto games like fake thug life monoply, talk'n big business take control over supply like drug deal'n oligoply. Shut the door after the Wu-Tang Menace let the smoke clear, bullets with the force of james were ice and melted when they disappear.