Everyone knows that rhyme pays
So I don't know why more people don't try
Everyone knows they can't stay
After they jumble their meanings in between lies

I don't think people get the gist of this thing
This thing called life in which were all our own king
These situations brought up just so we can get up and sing
And thinking of ways to slow down with more *******

People try to ******* you
But if my memory serves me well
I've gotten pretty good sorting **** from the true
And if you wrap your stink in perfume and try to sell it
To me I believe I will leave at the scent of the fever