The Kids Are Old Enough Now -

You Could Date A Stick Of Dynamite And Wouldn't Go Out With A Bang.

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

I Get Imaginative With A Mouth Full Of Adjectives, A Brain Full Of Adverbs, And A Box Full Of Laxatives, Shittin' On Rappers, Causin' Hospital Accidents.

Nobody Likes To Fail. I Want To Succeed In Everything I Do, Which Isn't Much. But The Things That I'm Really Passionate About, If I Fail At Those, If I'm Not Successful, What Do I Have?