Run the show, oh, and these kids don't like nobody comin' around here fuckin' when they doze to shit You went to Proseco, and I like it, but fuck with the big dog joke, I gotta **** ya Look, it's out of my hands, and you gettin' money round here, it's not in the plans Don't hop your ass outta that van, head back to Kansas I'm sendin' ****** back up in campuses, chances slimmin' in that chick in Calvin Klein pantses Let me guess, they said it was money round here, and the rest is me stoppin' you from gettin' it Am I correct? Sorry to hear that My guess is you got work at the hotel, I take care of that, you'll soon see Now please, give me the room key, you twitchin', don't do that, you're makin' me nervous My crew, well, they do pack, them dudes is murderers So please, would ya, put your hand back inside, they don't like to see me nervous You can understand that, right? You draw, better be Picasso, you know the best Cause if this is not so, huh, God bless, you leave me no choice I leave you no voice, believe you me, son, I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done Now calm your voice, cause I'm findin' it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise Get the point? I'll let you go, before you leave, I guess I oughta let you know I need those keys, and I promise you never, no matter the weather, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around here no more