Glad you asked: You should have hyphenated "follow-up", as you're using it as a compound adjective, modifying the noun "post".
ok fuck-o's, dig on this: Salt N Pepa - I'll Take Your Man Lyrics Salt and Pepa's back and we came to out rap you So get out my face before I smack you Ho don't you know? Can't you understand? If you mess with me I'll take you man Well I'll take your man right out the box And put him under my padlocks So when you see us together chillin' in the place Cold walkin' and sportin' him in your face Go ahead roll your eyes suck your teeth Keep huffin' and puffin' like a dog in heat You can call me a crook, a robber, a thief But I'll be your butcher if you got beef You know what's up - I ain't no poo-putt Cuz Pepa kick butts off dumb, young bucks like you And the rest of your crew If moms want static I'll dis her, too So scram you know who I am Damn, chick, don't play me, punk cuz I'll take your man I'll take your man whenever I feel like it This ain't a threat or a bet, it's a damn promise From me to you, your sex life's through If you get another lover, I'll take him, too All I have to do is say a rhyme or two And he'll hop and leave you like a kangaroo I'll make him heel for me even steal for me His mother and father he'd kill for me That's what you get for trying to play smart Now take a hike with that slayed-up heart Girl, you don't know if you're comin' or goin' Look at your face - your jealousy's growin' and showin' Don't get mad - you don't have the right I throw below solo but ladylike on the mic Psych is where I win my battles I'll handle you like a baby with a rattle Don't make me prove to you that I can Either give him up or get slammed - I'll take your man I'll take your man, that's right but just for spite Because you tried to dis me when I was on the mic But I really don't want him, the guy ain't fly, shoot He can't afford to buy a Fila suit Runs the same old gear, never has fresh wear What he whispered in my ear I can't repeat here I don't wanna seem to be so damn mean But you're the hippiest critter I ever seen Before I got on the stage you wished me good luck Turned around and told your friends I suck Well look at you now - you ain't got nobody Searching for love in a fifth of Bacardi You look bad, girl, you look like you're dying Ain't no use in crying - I'll take your man Yo, Cher, school this fool! I'll take your man, your fiancee, your husband You ain't Alice, this ain't Wonderland And when I say I will you know I can Don't mess with me cuz I'll take your man I'll take your man anytime, at the drop of a dime Cuz he's rappin' and strappin' so hard on mine Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look The brother's eyein' me down, he's staring down my throat But he's a ducker sucker, soft-hearted punk Goin' skiing for skeezers, stunts for blunt So that's why y'all have so many things in common Him for just robbin', you for lap slobbin' I never ever went out my way to get played Keeping guys like yours held down at bay You know I can, I got the upper-hand Tramp, you don't stand a chance cuz I'll take your man Most girls have guys that's good to go But yours is slow - he's a freakin' a-hole The fact still stands, there's no change in plans "Yo, Pepa, your wish is my command!" Now you know, you know I'll take your...man Check him out, you see what I mean? He's leading the pack as the fellas scream "Go, Sandy! Get busy! Go, Sandy! Get busy!" It's so easy to make 'em fall for me, Heather No man can resist Salt and Pepa Because we're perfect from head to toe It's not speculation - your man says so Revenge is sweet but payback's a trip Girlfriend, you won't know which is which But I'll tell you this: Don't try to answer this jam Because if you do then I'll take your... And I'll take your... And we'll take your man
It's been doing some thinking And felt fair that she should know All actions in which partake Are far beyond It's control Whether It was born or bred Genetic, Environment I wouldn't bother to ask It why Simply concentrate on when It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed Making plans but It won't tell So longs to hear her final words I brought this on myself The theory of futility Now you'll learn, so be prepared Enemies are equal to Wrath times the speed of fright squared If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you You-Hoo My God helps those who help themselves Of thus, she shant be ashamed Crawl into line and wait your turn Remember Jesus slaves Department of Probation: "Legally It can't be blamed, held therefore unaccountable since It's clinically insane - what a shame again" If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you You-Hoo You must decide We're out of time No place to hide Your choice - not mine
*Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo *not really