You Can't Cure Your Own

But You Can't Focus On Things That Matter If All You've Been Is Asleep For Forty Years. Funny How Sleep Rhymes With Sheep. You Know.

Shut Your Evil Mucus-hole You Truth Terrorist. You Lose Every Time A Mirror Implodes From Your Barbed And Gristle Image.

I'm Tired Of Ignoring That I March To A Different Beat.

I'm An F-18, Bro, And I Will Destroy You In The Air And Deploy My Ordnance To The Ground.

The Only Thing I'm Addicted To Is Winning. This Bootleg Cult, Arrogantly Referred To As Alcoholics Anonymous, Reports A 5 Percent Success Rate. My Success Rate Is 100 Percent.