Thursday, June 28, 2007

I feel like I need to rant. I have been trapped in the woods (figuratively...the toilets still flush) in the depths of Quebec with my fucking BRATS of cousins. There is one in particular I want to rip the head off of. I could go into detailing what is wrong with this ten year old and in particular, what is wrong with his parents, but I will save myself the aggravation of reliving the moments I've experienced these past few days via their retelling.

I will say, however, that these parents are raising a brood of fucking pathetic chickens. I have never met a boy so fucking wimpy in my life. I would have signed this pussy up for a serious drubbing at the hands of football players by now had it been my own child. I will seriously slap him very soon. Mom and Dad, get a fucking clue.

Get me out of here.

"This is your moment, and every single minute you spend
tryin' to hold on to it cause you may never get it again
So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at it's end
Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in
I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a LOT of envy
So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does NOT offend me
That's why you see me walkin around like nothin's botherin' me
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me
You hate it but you know respect you got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me"

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