It begins
So I was walking home late one afternoon, when this reporter stopped me for an interview. She said she'd heard stories, and she'd heard fables, that I was vicious on the mic and the turntables. Well, this young reporter I did adore, so I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before.
She said, "damn fly guy, I'm in love with you. The Casanova legend must have been true."
I said, "by the way, baby, what's your name?"
She said, "I go by the name of Lois Lane. You can be my boyfriend, you surely can - just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman."
I said, "he's a fairy, I do suppose - flying through the air in pantyhose. He may be very sexy or even cute, but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit. You need a man who's got finesse, and his whole name across his chest. He may be able to fly all through the night, but can he rock a party 'til the early light? He can't satisfy you with his little worm, but I can bust you out with my super sperm! I go do it! I go do it! I go do it do it do it! And I'm here, and I'm there, and I'm big bad Hank, I'm everywhere. So just throw your hands up in the air and party hard like you just don't care!"
I spent the rest of the evening recovering from a heavy dosage of pepper spray applied to my eyes and groin by said reporter.