There's no confusion in her conclusion. She wants to waste my time and that's no delusion. Her final decision is perfection and precision. She's grade A class number one in her division. 'Cause she's on it. And she's on it. She acts like a nag I don't know how it started. Even when I'm chillin' she acts retarded. It's gets annoying so high on the tip. If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt she'd be hard on his ship. 'Cause she's on it. 'Cause she's on it. Cold chillin' in the spot and she won't stop. She'll do what's best just to reach the top. She studies real hard all night she'll cram. In school she majors in advanced Def Jam. 'Cause she's on it. And she's on it. 'Cause she's on it. 'Cause she's on it. 'Cause she's on it. 'Cuase she's on it. She's cold in the winter and cool like ice. Sometimes she gets loose sometimes she gets nice. Hear heart starts beatin' her hands get clammy. 'Cause she used to be stucked up now she's on my jammy. 'Cause she's on it. And she's on it. Her bedroom eyes they start to twitch. But she won't front 'cause she's got that itch. She'd drop to her knees if I'd only say please. Instead of counting sheep cold counting Beasties. 'Cause she's on it. 'Cause she's on it. And she's on it