The Pink Panther

Pink panther, alabaster, leopard skin, and gold mane
I ain't going nowhere bitch so you should just let go of me
Cold steel butterfly doors so watch your hands and your feet
When I go I'll hang myself with a set of Versace sheets

Medusa eyes by surprise you'll always catch me cast in stone
I'm the smoke in Gucci chains a silver tongue that I do hone
A very rare with diamond stare I'm just everything you had hoped
But when I go and I am gone I hope you'll learn just how to cope

I say I'm fine, but private eye knows I'm stuck inside my own head
I lie in bed, knowing it's said, someone out there just wants me dead
Might be me, wait and see, will you be the first seeing red
If it's you first, let me say I prefer intimate blades over lead

Golden eye and watch me die but know I rest in platinum
With my golden voice in life and death and even as a phantom
In the golden sky I'll watch the flames consume your burning mansion
With a golden knife that cuts so deep, my words bring down your bastion

Pink panther, alabaster, leopard skin, and gold mane
I ain't going nowhere bitch so you should just get used to me
Pearl white suicide doors and you can't see me through the glass
I'll swing these doors like a cowboy and knock you flat on your ass

Coral snakes don't pump the brakes this chop top is my coffin
When I'm going down it's up in smoke and yet I'm still not coughing
Like a disco ball but covered in shattered windshield glass
DOA in designer the only corpse you'll see with this much class

Pink panther, alabaster, leopard skin, and gold mane
I ain't going nowhere but you should still always check on me
Open up the wings on my Pegasus just for show
Think back to the days of lying bleeding on the floor

Doesn't take a detective to see I'm doing much better
And I'm better than ever burnt bridges and appendages severed
No parasitic bottom feeders to bring me down
You may be blood but you aren't a detective's bloodhound