"Harsh, not for cuddlers, but for butcher knife jugglers, jumpin out of jets over jungles in search of jaguar jugulars. A paper bag is child's play..someone is mistaken. I practice rapping myself out of bear traps, a straight jackets like a vacation. But let's say its a paper bag, and I'm hog tied and gagged, handcuffed to safe then lock inside the
trunk of a cab. Then the cab is driven to the river, set on fire, you know what? Skip the river lets say quick sand cuz quick sands thicker. Makes it harder 2move, especially when the dynamite is being triggered. Oh, I forgot mention, we added a little TNT 4 a Lil xtra tension. Then comes the explosion, a shower of pieces of cab, safe, sand, handcuffs and paperbag, the crowd stands silent...maybe a few gasps. Just when all hope is lost, and the crowd gets really sad, the smoke clears I appear with cucumber slices on my eyes enjoying my mud bath. Saying "This all you nikkas got for me?! Next time tie me up properly, Lu-Dini is unimpressed by this shoddily botched locksmith mockery! If Im trapped in a paper bag just make sure it's a pen in it, cuz that bytch gone look like the roof of da Sistine Chapel when Im finished."