So here we are again. You're broken down, and it's been my comforts that wore you down. You work for me and no matter how much I work on you, remember you still work for me. I thought I'd lit a fire under you but somewhere down the line you lost that fire, it got cold, real cold.

Now let me tell you something, if you think I'm just gonna give up and let you give up, you're wrong boss, dead wrong. Remember you work for me bitch. Maybe I took you for granted, thought I could well without. And as much as I despise you, I need you there to keep my fires burning, to keep my intensity.

Just remember you work for me and no matter how hard you try to screw me over, I'll be right there, fixing ya real good. Even if it takes a blow torch and a hammer, I'm gonna fix ya real good.