It's Just Hard To Meet

I Make Music To Make You Sick Of Fake Music, Hate Music Like Devil Worshippin Satan Music. So Say Your Prayers, Your Hail Marys And Jesuses. Take Two Sticks, Tape 'em Together And Make A Crucifix.

You Better Lose Yourself In The Music, The Moment You Own It, You Better Never Let It Go You Only Get One Shot, Do Not Miss Your Chance To Blow This Opportunity Comes Once In A Lifetime, Yo

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

God Sent Me To Piss The World Off!

I'm Hatin' My Reflection, I Walk Around The House Tryin' To Fight Mirrors, I Can't Stand What I Look Like