Life sucks, I got nothing to live for, so I'm on the BRINK-OF-DESTRUCTION/
But these rhymes are what I live for, so I get on the computer and I SYNC-ALL-THIS-FUCKIN'/
Music to my MP3 player and let it RUN-THROUGH-MY-EARS/
I'm paranoid, I think everyone's out to get me, so I'm puttin' a GUN-TO-MY-PEERS/
This isn't long enough to be posted here.
- Atty