On the darkest, on the darkest day
I thought I'd sit there, I thought I'd write a play
About a two faced, low-life, who didn't get his way
Act one, scene one, he enteres with his shirt undone
He says,
I have all these enemies that I fight with day to day
It's my way or the highway, I don't care what they say,
These enemies weren't enemies but now they are because of what they think,
they think,
I'm a loose nut, whack job
I'm a crazy loser
I'm a user of a crackberry
I'm a hypocrite
I'm a soft soul, a weak heart
I'm a home in a flood
I'm a dip-shit, think swine
I'm a lifetime kick-me-sign

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