You've got your minions, because they're the only ones who don't treat you like shit, they feel so lucky that you would accept them into your esorteric soiree, their heads are swelling. Make excuses to protect you, just like you bred them to do for you. Make them feel special, now they're the elite, so many kisses for such small feet. Shit, I really feel like a fool, I thought I lost my nemesis back in high school. Now I've got shadows laughing at me, I've got so many problems that only they can see. Give me one reason to be a subsidiary of yourself and I will polish the reputation of my king. Give me one reason to suck your dick and I'll try to drop as quick as possible to be serving on my knees. I've got, I've got a pack of hyenas stepping on the back of my feet. They're just, just a pack of hyenas who try to hold the hierachy. God damn, don't let them pull any strings, don't compromise anything. Your snobby attitude will get you at the top of a pile of garbage that was your scene.