sometimes you make 8 sometimes you hit dirt go on pin another # on the back of my shirt and ill ride that pony fast like a cowboy from the past

Guns hanging proud daring out loud looking for a fight, as i'm walking down Sonora's Death Row

i wanna hear that funky dixie land pretty mama come and take me by the hand by the hand take me by the hand pretty mama dance with ya daddy all night long

Flashbacks suck

when all that's left are pictures to view there was nothing before,it all started with you but some reason its supposed to be that way.

c'mer lemmie touch you with muh weiner

Chinese people make me raff out roud

Cleavage... its one of the only things you can look down on and still approve of

oh shut up and give me a mouth hug

When i struggle to find the words to say let me grab my guitar and take your heart away

Death Before Dishonor and Family before Death

hey Noah lets race mfkr i gots the trike washed n polished

you get back up on your feet knock the dust from your jeans your souls on its knees rolling dice with your dreams

flying aint nothing its just falling with style

yeah im still alive

damn it

Bitch about em using my real name in the lounge now

taste a bullet