• (Now usually I don't do this, but uh, go ahead and break 'em off with a little preview of the remix. Because I can, and I'm bored, and felt like it. So, Rap. I guess in Nicki Minaj style.) ------- I’ve got a problem Here’s my confession Just lookin’ at you You’re my obsession You make me hot My minds on fire You my desire And I require A whole empire You know, like I’ll be Caesar I’ll try to please ya And if you please me Then I’ll squeeze ya Just to tease ya Then Imma run You better chase me Like I’m a liquor And I run quicker I make you sicker But you know what? See, I’m a cracker If you eat me You’ll feel much better So eat me Go on, Alice, eat me You know how to treat me You say you hate it I know you’re lyin’ You’re a mathematician You love it when we’re dividin’ Multiplyin’ High flyin’ We’re flyin’ in the sky No, that’s the bed But full of cotton It’s like a cloud You gettin’ loud You so hungry I hear you rumbling A tiger in a cage Mamma’s on the prowl She’s gotta eat That meat Completely Or the vultures will be coming home to greet me So the tiger better hurry up and eat ‘Cause the vultures will be coming home to greet me The vultures will be coming home to greet me To greet me (*Vulture cry noise*)

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