Never Was A Gangsta, Till I Graduated

That's Why We Seize The Moment Try To Freeze It And Own It, Squeeze It And Hold It.

Anything I've Ever Said, I Certainly Was Feeling At The Time.

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!

Anybody With A Sense Of Humor Is Going To Put On My Album And Laugh From Beginning To End.

God Sent Me To Piss The World Off!