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NOW LET'S HANG FIRE, FORGET THEM MUTHAFUCKAS' NAMES
CAUSE I'M HEAD NIGGA IN CHARGE: I'M HENRY MUTHAFUCKIN' JAMES.
IN WASHINGTON SQUARE I WAS BORN AND RAISED
WITH MY SWEDENBORGIAN DAD I SPENT MY EARLIEST DAYS
THEN I WENT OFF TO EUROPE FOR THE BITCHES AND
HOES
AND SPIT OUT SOME SUBTLE AND TORTUOUS PROSE
WHEN A COUPLE OF GUYS (WHOM I LATER WOULD KILL)
MOCKED THE OPENING NIGHT OF "GUY DOMVILLE"
I WAS HISSED OF THE STAGE, IT WAS MY AWKWARD AGE
AND I GOT CARPAL TUNNEL AND WAS FULL OF RAGE
BUT WITH MY ACE AMANUENSIS MISS BOSANQUET
I STARTED DICTATIN' NOVELS COUPLE PAGE A DAY,
SHE TYPED IT ALL OUT WHILE I FREESTYLE FOR HER
NOW I'M THE MUTHAFUCKIN' MASTER (AS IT WERE)
DEVOTED TO SUBTLETY WITH ALL MY SOUL
CHECK OUT MY MUTHAFUCKIN' BLING---IT'S A GOLDEN BOWL.
AND WHAT DID MAISIE KNOW? DON'T THINK I CAN STATE IT:
MY MIND IS SO FINE NO IDEA CAN VIOLATE IT,
PUBLISHED THE NEW YORK EDITION, STARTED CASHIN' MY CHEQUES
AND I MOVED IN TO LAMB HOUSE, IN RYE, SUS-SEX,
YOU FUCK WITH ME, FOOL? I'LL EAT YOUR FACE FOR DESSERT,
(AS GUY BRISSENDEN ONCE SAID TO FORD OBERT)
I'LL MAKE YO MUTHAFUCKIN' ASS FEEL SOME OBSCURE HURT.