*Drops hes AK* peace..
( On the Radio : Storm the front! )
Nah.. I do admit I was wrong to flame you.. But we were all wrong to flame in any way
I'm tough, rough, ready and able
To pick myself up from under this table
Don't stick no sign on me, I got no label
I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound and unstable
But I'm fighting my way back