Shaken bake earthquake break cake fuck sake, Rick Ross is the boss, no he's not, he sounds like Santa Claus. Grip my dick, pull on it, stretch it till it starts to rip, washcloth, wash it off, heat it up, turn it up a notch. Make lunch, write about it, watch Shannon Tweed get liposuction, breast enlargement, butt implants, celebrities melt when they get a tan. Fake cars, real butter, hotter than a motherfucker, at night cold as ice, bugs in my apartments feel like fleas and lice. Whats this world coming too, I think I'll just drink purple juice, maybe not I'll turn it off, go to bed and dream of life.