It's May 24, 2024, 02:34:47 PM
....My lyrics gettin phat-not-heavy, yet your still ignorin ma peace PM's//I guess me being Matt-hew-Perry is the only way we could be friends//I'll resort ta-throwin-chairs and let ma middle finger-linger//I'm a show you ma-flowin-hurts, fuck being civil once your dun with I'm gunna injure-springer//Leave tha crowd screamin "Jerry" but in terror as I snap-a-back with a glorious-crunch//Cos I'm a vicious "Tom" cat quick ta switch it up and trap-a-mack, ummm a notorious-lunch//