People have a memory loss, they don’t remember I’m the boss
You’re claustraphobic, when I close it
In on your men and your faculty, you wack’ll be
Out my face, you must be basin’ if you think
That you could tackle the triumphant, I pump it
The volume, increase as you mices get sliced to pieces
Please listen to my album, even if you’re white like talcum
And I paid t’getcha stay here