every damn day its the same mutha fkn thing. sitting here waitin on my fukin phone to ring...... and i know we talk bout this erryday how annoying.... you think this is a game but in my heart it stings.... affection is a word that is simply unknown you dont even know how to pick up the phone. telling me hey i wanna see you and the n go home...starting to feel good when u leave me alone. would kill myself if u had a clone. ET go home ill get stoned sit back all alone smoke me a cigar like Al Capone feeling lil jazzy like jerry sloan l ike Metallica i will roam one day ill be riding on chrome flexing hard Sylvester Stallone. surley aint coming over just to bone argue about everything from here to home. now im putting that shit in a song. and it didnt take very long because without dope u like king kong lookin at erryone like they wrong all because ur dopes all gone ....what u gonna do fight or run. so come on in to the dolla tree and take what u want off the shelf for free but dont forget my fat twenty i remember when i used to call u honey. now it seems im the dummy playing rummy kicking my ass like chung lee. for some odd reason you think its funny but it juat makes for a sore tummy....then u be like can u front me. i got 10 for you i just cant find it right now...and im like what a shocker wow. hit me with the blam blouw over here looking like a damn child i liked it when u was hot not mild.