I was sitting by the window minding my business...
After a while it stopped...
MICHAEL IS COOL
I AM COOLER...
High class
ghetto ass...
Late at night
i blast it loud...
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight...
Heather had a little frog,
Little, frog, little frog...
What should I do?
Should I be quiet, or should I say what's true...
Things my friends wrote on my red folder:
~ Anton signed your folder...
There once was a man named Jim,
he liked to wash his hands with Vim...
Once there was a sun turned blue.
The cows quacked and flew...
I want to touch your little toe,
But I was raped by Vincent Van Gogh...
I got an F in school,
Your mom got an F in school....oohhh burn...