i run the feeling that you talk too much you just don't know you're so out of touch some things may change but it won't be you your poisonous mouth just won'y get through all that you've said i've heard before it's nothing new, we all know the score keep trying to make me see in your eye a piece of a promise that's covered with lies a piece of tomorrow that doesn't exist a part of today that you said i missed a side of myself that i just don't know i didn't belong as a part of your show so don't preach to me your bad religion i've got nothing to gain with your style of teaching cause there's nothing to take from that kind of bitchin' and there's not much to say that can scratch my itching you write the bill and i've got to pay cause you're a motherfucking bastard and that's the way you play and i don't want it anymore so fuck you and your game cause there is Nothing More To Say.