See I'm A Poet To Some, A

Touring Is Hard On The Body.

Ain't Nothin' But A Whole Lot Of Suckin' Goin' On In Rap.

Soul's Escaping Through This Hole That Is Gaping

But You Lied Again. Now You Get To Watch Her Leave Out The Window. Guess That's Why They Call It 'window Pane.

If That Mockingbird Don't Sing And That Ring Don't Shine, I'm A Break That Birdie's Neck.