She [benzino] Is Obsessed With Me. I

Sporadic Thoughts Will Pop Into My Head And I'll Have To Go Write Something Down, And The Next Thing You Know, I've Written A Whole Song In An Hour.

I Don't Need A Tank Top To Be A Wife Beater

I Might Talk About Killing People, But That Doesn't Mean I Do It.

As For Being Aids Infested, I Don't Know Yet, I'm Too Scared To Get Tested.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!