I Don't Think I've Ever Read Poetry,

God Sent Me To Piss The World Off!

Now Who Is The King Of These Lewd, Ludicrous, Lucrative Lyrics; Who Could Inherit The Title, To Put The Youth In Hysterics; Using His Music As Spirit

My Rhyming Skills Got You Climbing Hills, I'll Travel Through Your Mind Into Your Spine Like Siren Drills.

You Couldn't Make The Fans Throw Up Their Hands If They Swallowed Their Fingers.

And To The Rest Of The World God Gave You Shoes To Fit You So Put 'em On And Wear 'em Be Yourself Man, Be Proud Of Who You Are Even If It Sounds Corny Don't Ever Let Anyone Tell You You Ain't Beautiful