 What? Flip you like bipolar depression, closed session. Then we clip you like a rhyme with no compression, no question. Boy, I break you like a shot with no direction, no flexing. I miss you like a mop with no message, closed second. I hit you like a thot, no contraceptive, no netting. Boy, I hit you like a pop without the lection, no impression. I hit you like a cop without the extra, no extra.