I've seen a thousand places

Rocked a million faces

Dodged the quickest

And out worked the fittest

I've come back to this land

As we're running out of sand

In the hourglass of hate

In charge of my fate

I've sat here for hours

Thinking how Matt Lauer's

Family dog is handling the change

Because nothing will ever be the same


I'm back bitches. So, please, leave your name and take a number.

Fuck you dumb poetry loving faggit.

Charlie Dickins in his ass lookin like a pure cum guzzlin cock smotherin purdy mouthed cunt.

You bitch about my words, but how painful was that mouthful of nails you just chewed up?

Do you get more favor around here talking like a ?

Come at me





























Bitch.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck you! I’ll knock the got damn grease outta yer hair faggit

And I'll slap the only thing smart about you.... Your mouth. Dummy.

Eat my ass! You aint want an inch of Muddy- I'msa tell ya' that now boy. NADDA NAIR INCH

What?!

I know, right? What a tool bag.

Suck my dick!