Trying to rewire your hardrive having sex with robots
What an interdisciplinary display
She said I couldn’t I said watch me
May mayhem rain a storm above you
I’m so off the edge that one push can bring you down with me
Maybe i’m high as Whitney ..
You gravity whore
I want the goods so I’ll be bad
Their are just times when their are no time for excuses
No time for games
Just an estimated length of incalculable numbers
Tho it may be Odd
It’s just what keeps things even
You some kind of slick bastard
I may have been born out of wed-lock and dropped on my head at birth
Thats no reason for calling names ….
But thanks for the compliment
That I am
And Once I have my game plan the world will tremble like the Apocalypse was near
The ricter scale will shake from the quake and spell out the words …
"You will not run from me"
That is Breaking Bad