---- I love her, with all my heart Every vein, every vessel Every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart She said- that she would give me greatness Status, placement above the others My face would grace covers Of the magazines of the hustlers Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams The purpose of our scene The obscene obsession for the bling She would be my queen I could be her king Together, she would make me cool And we would both rule, forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure, ever, again And if the rain stops And everything's dry She would cry Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes She'll teach me how to fly Even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall And I plummet from the sky But she will keep me high And if I ever die She would commission monuments on her bosom To hum Or maybe she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell And I'll be The Coolest JAWA what