Beast Mode

 Im in beast mode. I came. I saw. I conquered. I stood in and hustled in the paint today. I knew who I was and where I was. 

I was success and I was everywhere at once. My words were like crashing tidal waves that pulled everyone in my path in the undertoe. Watch your feet!

The depth of my success is enough to pull you in and consume you, to naw at your bones leave you bereaved.

I am already grieving for you. 

It is what was meant to be and what is. Give me a pound on the side thats brown. Let me see you two-step to this. Sway back and forth slowly and let the melody of it all catch up to you and you should now be hearing it. 

Its a undeniable beat, a hmmm, a thumper, a bumper, a crank, a crumped. Get crumped and the question you should always be hearing is -- 

"Turn down for what."