Supposed to feel. Supposed to act. Let’s torch this tired act. Watch it burn. From the ashes comes freedom. Freedom from trends. From false influence and empty symbols. At Jenn Air, we answer only to progress. And now, we rise anew. Awoken. Defined. Limitless. Jenn Air. Bound by nothing. We happy? Vincent? We happy? Yeah, we happy. Look. You know, if we were to put this apple down and leave it, it would be spoiled and gone within a few days. But if we were to take a bite of it like this, it would become part of us. And we could take it with us.

Forever. Flip back as I’m kickin’ up dust for a while as I put motherfuckers to rest and pull their files out from the cabinet with a picture. Get the full vibe and settle it with this punk nigga. Slow your roll as I take control. Take your tongue from the end of them hittin’ home now let it out. I can feel when the herb got you by the balls and you’re coppin’ up along anyhow. You can’t shake that nigga that’s gonna break food on any one member of your bitch crew. As I prove the trigger on my line, say goodnight nigga, bon bidi bye-bye.

Bon bidi bye-bye. Bon bidi bye-bye. Clocked to your dome and you start to cry. Bon bidi bye-bye. And they last break it’s before you die. Bon bidi bye-bye. Yes, yes, y’all. To the beach, y’all. Watch your punk slip and see the poodle ball, I’m punk nutty. Lookin’ for the nigga who wanna cut me. [tr:trw].