(The real deal.)

I'm as serious as the Iraqi card deck. I constantly work to keep myself in check. It's control, or end up in the hole. I draw a line. Not for you to find. But to save myself from me. Me monster just wants to run free. Down in his cage that sucker be. Every now and then he screams, gets in my dreams, he just wants to be means. I tell you what, just let your monster run your show, away you go. Maybe for more than four. Hell is a deep abyss. Staying out of it takes a strong fist. Go ahead, fly off, take off, shoot off, whatever gets your meaness off. Just don't practice self control. Come on lets roll. Get it on. Oh yes, you're in my monsters zone. However you and he will be there as a pair. Cause I'll be all in the clear. Gone, watching from my peace throne.