When I Close My Eyes/Dr. HAHA Lung-Style Meditation/Gone Off My Energy

When I close my eyes, I see a black Lamborghini. A 2014 model. The Aventador syle.

The lamborghini is black. So are the rims. So is the interior. The windows are tinted,

The license plate reads: REVENGE

Heh-heh-heh.

The nigga in the whip looks unquestionably unbeatable. His eyes are closed, as mine are now, as I type this sentence. His head is bowed, as mine is now, as I type this sentence.

Lloyd Banks' Shock The World blasts through the speakers, just as it is for me right now.

This black fuck-you-mobile is parked at a stoplight, at night. Actually, it is late night.

The nigga in the whip has both middle-fingers raised; his arms are stretched high above his head. It looks like he is flipping off the creator of the universe. As the chorus heats up, the nigga raises he head, opens his eyes, and looks towards the heavens...

At the top of my lungs, he is singing along with the chorus: I'm makin' em sick. We all know the remedy: Money over all; wish wrong on my enemy. I'm getting' dough, so the girls go to bed with me. Shorty got the plug, now she gone off my energy. That's right. Gone off my energy. I'm gonna shock the world, bet they all gonna remember me. Gone off my energy. Gone off my energy.