And even not blink an eye, at being told in writing just how "dangerous" i am...
But when it comes to the real war.... she hasn't got a hope.... it's not even a slightly fair fight, in the bear-pit of it all... great singer or nea...
Cos i got the real lethal ammo in my popgun,
("i was even fianceed to one of these babes 2003 talk about a silver lining and the cancer got her a year or so later... talk about an epic of epic headfuckeryish tragic proportions... but i think i know what the silver lining was to that un...")
Right now lets focus on the meanie-nasties after all I've spent a few weeks sweating blood so as to ..ehhh.......why bother?
Cos i can.
