Sixty Sluts, All Of Them Dying From

I Don't Hate Women - They Just Sometimes Make Me Mad.

I Was Born A Premature Birth. My First Words Were "bleep, Bleep" And "curse, Curse" My Breath Still Stinks And I'm On My 3rd Cert.

I Had Too Much Nyquil And Vivarin Again. Lost My Stomach All Over The Place.

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

When I Die, So Does Hip Hop.