Ever since ive been a knee high, in the cut with a candle and a pen, and all fucked up, I'm a catastrophic, monopolistic, bloon popper pist with, piece of mind by some fly dime in some lip stick, stuck with this, title labeled life's a bitch, and I've been goin threw it, it's the mean Dean, I influence the music all the way threw it, when i use it, leave em noose with, a pen and a pad off some bloody finger tips, shoot you a wish, and grab you a grip, I'm a triger flippen fool lookin for love in this bitch, from parchially lit, on a step off a kick, in this hell of a life that it is, if you could only have one tell me what would ya wish,