Jim Jones came to set the stage on fire, not the sprinkler system
One bad puff turned a concert into a clearance
When the bathroom gets hotter than the mic, we all lose
Jim had bars, but the fire alarm stole the spotlight
Club was ready for a hit, not a hazard
We showed up for verses, left with a PSA
Turns out the hottest thing in the building wasn’t the performance
Let the man spit, not sprint out the exit
Talent canceled by a toilet cloud—modern tragedy
Somebody pressed play, someone else pressed evacuate
