How do I say this last year didn't work out so well for me?

Well, yeah.

I'm a fucking kamikaze crescent.

And then everything.

You beat me Islamic Nazi.

That means there is no such thing.

I've been going for your jugular since Craig Deduct Alert.

Well, GM underwent a hope that seat in the comforter stuck up in my rectal kiss.

My disrespectful less right to your call the psych window.

Crack open your reference tracks, you collaborative effort.

I have never said his raps overstayed my welcome.

Stepped in crap in ruins.

You're welcome.

Mental state.

That's it from the heart.

You did right.

Like you wrote it back the microphone like a fighter.

Jet liner, Explosives That'll strike any moment, headed right at opponents.

And I'm the fucking pilot, the phony.

I'm about to smash into everyone everything back just because 2017 back on everyone and tack on everyone.

Everyone, every 15 minutes already.

Attack on everyone back on.

Everyone on.

Everyone turned red because it made me feel tough.

One that wasn't from the moment I heard breakfast custom.

Which is why I identified with the guy I was invented by Dr Frankenstein.

Energize like a nine foot ice cold like state guys twice in a row on a nice long.

But if the only reason I blowed his cousin, right, right, don't every other white man.

I sold a kamikaze pilot.

I wrote my service.

I don't hear from the guys in trying to stop me from behind the controls and try to fly in the phone because I'm taking you all with me when I go.

Cyclones.

I don't think this typhoon is letting up anytime soon.

Here I go, high school's blindfolded.

I'm about everyone.

Everything back and I've just begun.

2017 exactly everyone and back on everyone and that everyone every 15 minutes, already done on everyone back on, everyone on everyone freestyling, say, 45 that she was embarrassing.

There's a way we never should have been a guarantee that that shit was so ass is something we wouldn't every year.

It's embarrassing is me rare and the terror repair.

He's not as the chair with Sailor.

Beware me.

Lyrically, I'm terrible, but get your lyrics.

Richard Ramirez.

Serial killing every way got the area's feeling something evil is lurking.

I'm no conspiracy theorist, but something here is a foot.

Oh, yes, my dad Get the measuring stick 0.5 inches of wood.