Do I even care about my reputation
of being a bad boy of slum literature?
Do i even give a damn
of myself being Collinwood Rocky
subjugated in your frame of self-disaster..
This is my story, My Whisky, and my takes on life's candid hennesy
I can take u fly from here to eternity
And u even find yourself asking how on earth u get on this Kane's Vanity
Should I care about what's ringing inside your mind!
Cos' I smell only the sheer pulse of hate!
It's even worse than poodles on the blade
Whip it & shove it deeper up your arse
Then it makes u good and I think it's time for u to move on and flush..
One last advice from daddy
'Aim properly before pissing!'
Sometimes, i could see u still peeing at the same time when u're walking..
(Learning) takes time, dude...
<Double-Cheers for SSP>