im sick of life. despicible im sick of it all.

im pickin fights... you dicks are quickly pissin me off


im sick of life... so sick that i dont listen to yall.


im pickin fights. my fists. quickly hittin your jaw.








nasty fast food stomach, out of shape.


emoticons, roller blades and weak breaks.

hip hop is weird. $#&@ing cheap skates


stomach fat as $#&@, eating cheese cake.


homeless friends. over spent. ugly tight jeans.

poker face sucks. funky rhyme schemes. no sleep


headache. $#&@ writers block. sick of dick riders. always ride @@#!


dick jokes, sick of those please bring thought.

doctor phil $#&@s. read the ink blot.


sleeping in , missing work, got a beer gut.


out of gas no money hungry as $#&@, fat girls. stupid !@#%s.

big rapper egos. local cats hate. little sad emos.


10 speed bicycles. and vans shoes.


nappy hair. stupid hats. neck tattoos.
when i say rhymes.


there the right upside your face kind

you got a %#@! job. man i $#&@ing hate mine


eating old cake off a paper plate at break time


nasty black coffee running through my main line.

cubicle closing in


cant keep my head up.


dead, but still walking around, $#&@ing fed up.

only got a damn half an hour to get fed lunch.


forgot to take a shower and i never get to bed much.


and lifes just a damn reppetative mess

steadily stressed, dressed in a sweater and vest.


id like to take a knife and imbed it in flesh.


of the office lady. baby your as dead as it gets.

yeah (*##$ did you get what i said .


lets take a hatchet and see if itll stick in your head


try and catch it. fast if you miss it your dead

always (*##$in. well maybe you should listen instead.