I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net.Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness.So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness.What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop.Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful.Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet.Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack,I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back.I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine. Eat her 'til she cry, call that “wine and dine” Try to check me and I’ma have ‘em checkin’ pulses.They say choose wisely, that’s why I was chosen.But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit.Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!