I sold my soul so i could try. I'm standing at the picket line and anyone who wants the fun, now is the time. I'm calling out to you from the basement. I got a need to feel so i Shake! Shake!
You got a problem with me, say it. I couldn't care if we loose, no. She said i'm lost and out of love, i think it's more a case of no damn luck. Just like a gun just for the fun, i set it off. Another poem to you from the bedroom, into the streets i run from the classroom.