August 2009
DAGENS.. låt: kultiration - seaside dusch: hehe, dusch? EDIT: 18.50 frisyr: skabbig efter att ha suttit i röken från en grill. EDIT: blöt just nu, sen fixad klädsel: strumpor, kalsonger, jeans, t
Creedy: Defiant to the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me. V: The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we're both about to die.
Yo, we gotta take the power back! Bam! Here's the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear
I don't need no arms around me I don't need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don't think I need anything at all No, don't think I need anything at all All in all it was all just
And thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends stolen forth the holy writ and seem a saint, when most I play the devil