and I'm back bitch with another track it's all over place but it's not in yo face so sit back with a pack and I don't mean an ice pack but it's a great track that fits the circumstances don't need to enhance that I've been out of town long and if I don't make a sound song and that's why we hound songs every song that I put down bitch cos foxic is toxic foxic is toxic foxic is toxic I'm foxic and in toxic and you you can't stop it cos you screwed with the wrong nation blood heart hate that's foxics intoxication a no name station they've only heard of me but suddenly there tryin to murder me cos what ain't clear to see is part of me died with that first cut do here we are but I haven't been this way in years and I've got so many fear and shed so many tears and that seems to be what steers me towards the direction in going they think I'm just posing while there all toasting I'm trying to make something out of this worthless reck that I call life the arm all cut up by knife the end ain't in sight we're only getting worse until we're fully submersed I'm what we call a curse that's why we can just blurt and when I say we I mean the voices controlling me swooping over me seem to be holding me folding me till I fit in a letter box then they can just send me away but foxic is toxic foxic is toxic foxic is toxic looking the same looking for fame looking like crap feeling the slap and maybe perhaps my energys sapped because of this crap but there just happens to be none of these people waiting for sequels to set me in free role the motion that causes commotion it an atroation you think you can just potion up a legend over night I'll put in a fight do it despite the pain now we can break off these chains fall away fame makes me insane it a just game but if it was then I'd be losing losing life love hate tryin to make faith setting out straight cos your a dead weight cos all your doing if weighing me down with that disappointed frown that's how I make sound that sound like a drowned pig you don't hit gold if you don't dig you wear wigs just to hide who you are and I am me and me is toxic foxic is toxic foxic is toxic foxic is toxic thirteen years now I'm ready thirteen tears now I'm steady steady for a life long dream full of money it seems it makes me wanna scream out for help my sister my sister gets the guitar tin whistle and singing lesson maybe they think I'm the lesser cos I won't ever have fan letters but while she is out having her lessons I'm messing round in my bedroom but no there ain't no girls involved it's what I call a curved revolt until money puts me to a Holt cos my dad won't fund my premium I'll pay him back I just need to use him as helium to lift me up to the top and I won't stop till foxic is toxic foxic is toxic foxic is