|I was in the mood
||[Jun. 21st, 2004|05:45 am]
I'm a Hells Angel, without the Harley Davidson.
You’re a Golden State Worrier without Anton Jamison.
I'm your last laugh without a punch line,
I'm a fist fight in your highschool halls at lunch time.
I'm dangerous like car wrecks without that drunk driver,
I'm that island that traps you and votes you off like survivor.
I'm McGivor without a red switchblade
I'm man made.
Graffiti on the walls without dearocale spray.
I'm a thirty second delay, without the time limit.
I'm a shark infested ocean I dare ya to dive in it.
I'm that gold chain, ready to be snatched from your neck.
I'm that aids virus, when you don't practice safe sex,
I'm that hole in your latex that made your whole world crash
The most dangerous three letter word is yes!
I'm your last bit of oxygen.
I'm Waco Texas.
I'm a thirteen year old kid steeling your Lexus.
I'm a trilogy, without the second and third sequels.
I'm a crash test dummy, without the smashed up vehicle.
I'm everything you dream of,
I'm life without death.
I'm a respirator holden' on to your last breath.
I'm Bill Gates's Microsoft without Silicon Valley.
I'm a natural born killer, without Micky and Mallery.
You’re a champion thrown around at a Barbie night practice.
I'm a cross between rival gangs and celebrity death matches.
I attack this, like pythons,
I'm a livin' icon.
You wanna see the apocalypse,
Then turn my mic on.