Girl, this shit is fundamental,

this shit is universal, we all

be Gods of war no matter what

county you bitches be in. Bitch,

I encircle my eyes with iron oxide

and cool liquid glass to give you

the stare you deserve. Girl, you

call us real cause we be real, time

you learnt about the outer space

of painkillers and mimosas. Bitch,

men may be from Mars originally,

but we be red red red raging red,

we do it right, we make it perfect

and spherical every week at nine.