I'm reckless, a bit too hopeless
Can you trust me? I'm just relentless.
Fake it, or shake it
I'll trot to clad the truth: rake it.
I keep my crevices unstained,
To make my reputation sterile.
On your way their,make the horns blare;
Make it known that you're busy, with a high standard clear.
Why the hell, fissures don't vex
Don't seal them up,
Clad in an Armani, Deluxe rooms for display.
Wait, why? You're so immodest, aren't you
To keep a fake wife waiting for you.
You know why?
'cause your not just paranoid but worst.