 Yeah. Legendary Percy P in the building. Rapper for my man K-Rat. Shorter rounds, even watered down. Assorted clowns, I'm beefing to quarter pounds. Supporters find burgers with murder victims. Parts of order now. Scariest to hear me bless mics. The fans that barely rest at the daily press. They compare me, yes, to an eerie mess. You know my damn name cause I can't.