Write and we’re gonna fight but watch out, I might bite which you are not gonna like, not even quite.I don’t want no beef,So I’m taking a hike Follow me and you are getting a strike from my cleat spike because you are not as strong as Mike or nat as pretty as a dyke.I’m a love not a fighter, so lend me a cigarette lighter and I’ll burn you brighter than a flame caused by a strong igniter, so go ahead, call me a devil-crossing liar.Still, I’m simply just a writer whose words enforce tighter than a screenwriter or songwritеr who expresses his еvery, specially desire you might not know who i wrote this for but he a punk that put my mom in a hospital bed