to calm my slave masters into believing I'm the drug-free clean sort
who rarely embezzles, thus ensurin' annual profits fall not too short
I'd chop off  2 hands, just to handily hand them to handsome you &
I'd wipe with clean toilet paper but I ran out 'cause I'm sick with flu
& I can't go with you while I'm with you 'cause I likely hate you too
My left leg's fun too, 'cause it bends at the fun knee above one shoe
I told my raunchy Miami mistress that my stinkin' black *** matters
as my bowel movements are ****** & my *** drips & pitter patters