This is a song about "Commedia dell arte"

Be cookin some fire and be dishing out some flame/

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

Nobody is dumb enough to listen to you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

It should be a crime for me to draw the line, cause i'm going overtime guy, tonight/

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Here's the answer and the antidote: