sorry to say it, but if you think I'm tired and jaded
well then; go stick this live-wire straight up ya anus
It's time ta get heinous; fuck being famous
all o' dat gayness, and vainness; today it's just
plainness; let my mind seep out till all I see is greyness;
the stars; greatness; my bars upside ya head like a veinous;
wang chung strums comin out of the basement; place you in
homeostasis now face it; you don't like my rhymes then you're
bound ta be basic; put you on the ground with a face hit;
amazement is subjective; I'm not overprotective, but shit;
I strive for perfection; always neglected; constant rejection,
Fuck this profession; buckshot in my weapon wanna call the shots?
then you better duck cunt cuz this is no game just a lame pun,
but i aint done; my dog'll bring you back wont even call his name;
uhhh! all you othah punks better run; better out run my gun son.
See; who said this couldn't be fun huh ha! Run. :| :| |::