Yeah here we go for the hundredth time. Hand grenade pins in every line. Throw 'em up and let something shine. Going out of my fucking mind. . Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Hahahaha.. . Wasting your talent, Randy. Yeah, ready?. It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back. . It's like a whirlwind inside of my head. . It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within.