Fuck it, no more fuck texts, fuck spex! Reaching apples like; "Pass the heater!"And I'll blast at Jesus to see what happensSo what, I plead romantics? Shie been averageSince I started, now my finger's itchin'So the pistol's triggered on clean reactionI'm willingy back, reborn from Phoenix ashesA flaming eagle to spit and feast on rappersFuck an RSS-fed blogglist, the fire feeds on faggetsPro knowledge, knowing nothing 'bout nothing..(Quick interjection:Next love text's not done yet. Reason: In need of inspiration)Now I'm stuck on a roll, but I'm still rocking goldchainsStill on the run , still stuck wit' my old nameStill stuck dropping stuff this motherfucking homepageStill wondering why fuckheads won't pay me homageStill thinking I'm greater than GodBeeing the only one to keep breaking the moldErase and destroy, words coming off like meteor rainStill here after four years, reachin' for fame..Still can't write a fucking text I'm proud over
clocky-clock. visst! hwa, holla!paulice, d kanske rimmar om man vill, på samma sätt som greater than god och breaking the mold rimmar! om man ska va noggrann, trevligt att nån som kan läser och orkar kommentera iaf! samma med hwa iofs, jåg också kanske, duno