[Lars]

N-E-T-C-E-E-S-.-C-O-M

The ticking time bomb with an IPod attachment. Living rhyme God. A savage when I switch the mind off. Average if I try jotting patterns into fine blocks of multisyllabics while lost zigzagging through my thoughts. This happens. I sign off. Quit rapping and I'm gone. Til I sit scratching at my noggin and I think back to when time was that I did actually try logging in to diss faggots like "Why not?" So I'm sat click-clacking at my comp and before I know it, I've already clicked back on the icon.