Ill tempered bastards try to bring me down. All I say to those shit-faced bitches is, FUCK YOU! I’m not trying to please anyone, not trying to be cool. Then again I’m also NOT trying to break every single rule.
I’m trouble, what can I say? But to have fun doesn’t come easy these days. Living a lie, well that’s not me, I may lie but I’m true as can be. You can’t manufacture me, I’m one of a kind, an original. Though my inhibitions are blind, I know where I’m going, from the shittty to the city and back again, ringing my madness best I can. So every stoopid fuck can linger in my lyrics, fuckin’ posers ring in hysterics. Hate isn’t my option, but it sure as hell is fun, when I’m on fire you better run. Fuckin’ people calling me a poser like I don’t know shit, then I kick their ass an’ they pull a fit. I’m as sweet as sugar, tough as nails, I’m the one who suceeds when everyone fails. So kiss my ass, and that’s about it, an’ back the fuck up you stoopid git…
Have a nice day 🙂
*commentary*: i don’t usually do stuff like this, I just have a lot of pent up anger right now so I tried my hand in a little lyrical rhyme, trash it if sucks so I know never to venture into these lands again.