I'd Rather Die Like A Man, Than

All The Hennessy And Weed Can't Hide, The Pain I Feel Inside, Its Like I'm Living Just To Die.

Gotta Get A Tight Grip, Don't Slip, Loose Lips, Sank Ships, It's A Trip, I Love The Way She Licks Her Lips.

Can't Nobody Touch Me Right Now. Maybe Next Month All Of This Will Be Over. But This Month I'm Takin' Every Movin' Target Out.

I Know Death Follows Me, But I Murder Him First.

We Wouldn't Ask Why A Rose That Grew From The Concrete For Having Damaged Petals, In Turn, We Would All Celebrate Its Tenacity, We Would All Love Its Will To Reach The Sun, Well, We Are The Roses, This Is The Concrete And These Are My Damaged Petals, Dont Ask Me Why, Thank God, And Ask Me How