[Lars]

Gangsta shits in my manuscript. Check the prescription. I'll stab your clique for a gram of sniff ‘fore the adrenaline kicks in. My heads in a different place, and yours could be next… I’m always upset, calling up exes at four in the morning for sex. I’m sure I’ll forget it, throw the phone away, roll a cone up. Blaze while no-ones home and stay stoned on my own for days. Red Glare posting like Frank when he gets scared mostly. Get your flesh-teared open by this great white, better hope there’s a leg spare homie, pints of snakebite are what I guzzle by the glass. If there’s trouble in my path, I’m too stubborn to just laugh. I’ll shoulder bump ‘em as I pass like FUCK IT, YOU’RE A FAG! My company are baddddd...