shit here we go, lets keep it on the low, delivery with a bow, i think your all slow thinking about that weed and blow that makes you glow, atleast i have the audacity to grow as a man, im going ham on you punk mother fuckers like back in high school we used to can, my athletic tan bod is is hotter than a fire ban so they banned me from the athletic department which caused a hell of a heartache so i joined a dance class and learned whats called the jerk with the instructor who could be cut up into pork that i can eat with a knife and a fork. now we popping that Champaign bottle, let that cork fly like its possibly a sport, idk why im trying to rhyme its making me yawn and im getting fucking bored, just help me lord i feel as if i just entered the wrong door like it was boot camp for the marine corp. it has me tore like give me some fucking more so that i can soon look like thwm boyz from that tv show Jersey shore where they drink, fight, and cuss like its hard corp its just eating at my core and im becoming sore screaming god plz no more, so before i go just wanted to let you know how much i do adore seeing how in a lifetime there is alot more so ill keep paddling with my ore till im too far gone and wore.