you know im standing in the cold my bones be getting old my bitch be walking round the yard damn she thinking life is hard can only see outta one eye cant hear cant see cant be beat damn she thinking im fluffy and shy the cat owns the yard i dont know why we all hang together in the yard because fuck people and their iron steeples judging from day to day rather stay in my back yard 4305 the post code. most of them don't know uh yay.. lose the the rhythm, lose the stitch rather find em on .com .whitch flying on my boom stick with out side kicks. you know which ones my bitch.