don't ridicule when you lose just call truths and pick yourself up by the boots it's not shoots and ladders nah u lose oh that shits cute. kick u in the caboose just for talking to soon put some rockets om your back and send u to the moon bitch been talking alot we gon a need a Biggers spoon yeah I gotta little weed on me how dare u assume running through life on a treadmill because it feels I'm at a stand still minds on the bottom of the ocean catching krill I don't understand the world it's like it's talking in whale wish I would habe seen a ghost it would be an excuse for being this pale don't give a shit if I die I bought the coffin and my own nails just to seal the the deal life's a comedy like keele and peel but it stopped being funny when they weren't happy meals