I’m the black sheep of my family. And naw, I ain’t got any wool for you. My bags are full of ashes. From papers filled with words of rice. So ashes, ashes, watch yourselves fall down. I got a Rosie ring that goes around and around and around in slow motion. You mad, doggy? Oh you mad? I’m chillin. You’re a small fry that I’ll nickname, “dick.” I know you never made it through kindergarten, so let me learn you a few things. Ask before you borrow or you’ll have someone I’m allowed to take. *shoves hand into chest* I guess this’ll do just fine. *rips out heart* I prefer bigger things *chomps* but I need a snack.