Her Schlag

Call me Xaul Zan
A person cursed to remain faceless
In a small van with curtains and
It's her fame that makes this
Even more grand it's all planned
The worst shame is i'm paceless
Her doorman and I are on a first name basis

I kick the worst game in cases
That are up close and personal
I'm the utmost personable person
Who won't converse
When I don't have my curtains pulled
At least that's how I picture it