Never dishonor a real one
If they can feel it
Then most certainly
You can feel one
Never cheat your story
Whether you end up as
Tim, Tony, Manu, or Horry
Anything not genuine is boring

A snake can’t walk
And a moron can’t talk
If they think you Rudy with the chalk
Then you know the jack of all trades
Can grow a beanstalk
Knock it off
But what if it opens a door
What if it means
That she can be yours
A spirit that is truly poor
Just craves for
Heavenly riches
Every attempt
Can either be
A score or some misses
But those who never attempted to try
Are the lamest guys
To come up with disses
Whether sober or fried
Make sure you come with the dishes
Cause that what’ll make them come
With good wishes
A punch to the face
Might be the only solution
Where you finally learn your place
It’s not about the pace
It’s about your direction
And if you have to face
A some sort of detection
Of lies, malice, deceit, and anger
Than the best resolve
Is to act like a stranger
Cause being familiarized
With those with an appetite
That wants to destroy
Is to lose sight of the fact
That we were once little girls
That we were once little boys
And if you enjoy
Something that keeps you
On the edge of your seat
Then just become
The world’s most entertaining emcee