Ring twice if you get me
The phone is the space between me and you:
Text me happy if you forget her
We are the being alone crew!
I am happy to induct you
This is the time and the reason –
So get your kit together and get a whet on
Now is no time to be sorry about sardonic.
Have they Tweeted that,
Like a flat group
Hoping for ‘B’ to be with them?
Don’t they know ‘B’ is being with us
And the too live crew in the living room
Of the underwear drawer of my heart.
Send him an I.M. then
And I will face him on Facebook
The Masters are amongst us
By his divine reckoning
And clean spam account:
Sell those stocks and shares
And bounce me back Ping from Pyong Yang
Those are some fair prices for his soul
In the land of his make believe.
Sans crypt is being without a grave,
He is not even dead when the toll bells cave in
So type away some jive for the music that is your rave
And he will forgive you  for those bad beats (like Jesus).
See! He thinks he knows it, get the money
And run off another pronounced print
If the deceit is in The Bhagavad Gita
Then gits and gist with defeat ya’
Cha! See what I mean?
He takes his picture unclean –
Teach him to shave, that beard is for some slave
And China will know what my mates mean.