stuck in your ways.....

stuck in a rut....

really seem to not give a what....

single again..

never can win....

its the end of 2008......

nobody seriously wana date.....

you wana get me alone...

so you crusty hands can roam....

my body like a landscape...

u wana pin me down till you shiver and shake..

i dont think i really want a date...

i rather sit alone...

talk to your punk ass on the phone...

watch sum tv

and do wut i do mothersuker

go get a check-up

i think all you ever do is f- uk

you probably got fleas..

icky

dont try and give them to me.....

you probably got gurls all over the city

too bad for you

im not as dumb as i sound...

cuz this pus Sy dont mess with bobo the clowns....

so in answer to ur questions..

no i dont wana c

that bunk as package...

you call a ding a ling....

Very good!

i kinda feel better...

funny

this is where i write my poems...
im keepn the same page...

12-29-08

where are you from....

you suburb wench....

with your wana be pop culture.....

yes take this as offence.....

listen to ur usher....

hang out at the beach....

hide over-the hill in your clean suburb streets...

wut is the diffrence you wonder and say...

well you asked the right person

cuz i will break it down for you all day.....

have you seen

anything thats hapn in the world today...

where to start...

how about that body they found by the park.....

how about no money for food.....

being judged by mothersukers like you.....

but outside of reality its all cool....

it is a safer place ....

as long as ur daddy has credit cards to waste....

but hey if they ever run out..

come stay over here

no thats a lie...

i wouldnt be seen

kickn it with you..

i dont give a dayum...

wut you say you can do...

so mayb its me....

mayb its you....

all i kno....

is i really dont wanna be associated with you...

wow both are great and strong !
love them both !
You go girl!

thx ...