The air was thick with a terrible smell
Everyone in the car going through hell...
The wheels on the school bus
just stopped going round...
I've always been proud of my sex,
You know they even named me Rex...
When it comes to quantity
we are often number one...
Some say I sound rehearsed,
that my rhymes are nursed...
(M4y 11, 2009 @ 7:39pm)
Pack up the mics...
A free for all
is free for me...
We often think of worth in stacks of money
also we think of sweet, in combs of honey...
Seems like I was younger yesterday
At least I didn't need help here anyway...
Birdy Birdy,
In the sky...
Me dear old dad said to me son
my time left is now next to none...
I couldn't write a song
about everything that's wrong...