So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises.

LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow!
Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground?
(Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D-
N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on
A destructive nature of touching paper.
A victim of habit.
Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger
from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook..
with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it.
Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps...
given em' tablets..
He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish.
Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic.
If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes.
So give me this ratchet, bitch.
A prick, more than a Cactus is.
I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split
at several different axises.
I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably hijack
the tractor which... flipped over. One Zimmmerman shaved.
I should live in a cave. Every psychic evaluation I've had, says I'm insane.
But I'm not, it's just one hell of a game.
Well... at least that's what I'm telling my brain.
Tell Gallagher, I'm a watermelon of pain. I got so much Melatonin
swelling my veins, I got Senators saying I should be hired into a chair, instead of McCain.
I'm sorry, but my sickness doesn't have a medical name.
Take so much adderall, and anesthetics for pain, that medics complain.
Oh right. I wasn't supposed to go after my Celph.
Shit. I mastered my self.
Whooping ass. just took the latch off his belt....AND asked me for help (what?)
Ha. Inside joke for ... but what I pave will get bumpy
when I go for the X-Files, like I'm David Duchovny!

Elephant Music. All Tusk. And it gets played in the trunk, b.
In other-words, I'm saying it's funky. You gays get serrated to lunch meat!