You must not know me then bitch, because i'll claw, scratch, **** and blow my way to Francisco. I'll bowl through all these prissy f**s like the FBI's hands through Nicolas Cage's bank account.
I'll Chris Brown and/or Alicia Keys my way to him - and that's the true ****ing tea.
Nothing can stand between me and Chico. LEM would just end up accidentally hurling himself out a window in excitement if he even managed to get in the same building.