I am never scared to smile, I am a cross between Busta Rhyme and Meth, because I love to party as much as Busta loves to have a good time and still receive as much respect as the M.E.T.H.O.D Man commands and like Meth I can bring the pain and it would just burn like citric acid to an ulcer. Due and unpaid I am as much as a delinquent as the next man at times I start to think I am similar to the ‘Tommy Vercetti’ of life because of my love of money.
Look for me in classical mythology I am role playing the son of God, look for me I am the central male figure in this poem in whom the principal interest centers around. So look for me and laugh a whole lot uh ho ho ho haw haw haw he he he haw!! I am the type of virtuous hero whom which is overlooked and nearly forgotten then cast out to drown at sea.
I am nonpareil with dilemmas of standards which are not to be measured up, and I am not as mysterious as I make myself out to be. I have the keys to succeed
I expect more than others think is possible, and dream more than others think is practical so I risk more than others think is safe and I do not wish to proceed and you all are still attempting to ruin and down play on these party grounds which the rules clearly state that anything goes. I folded my hand and dealt with the tight spot which I was in and basically stopped praying to the skies. Everyone seems to dislike my two faces, do not worry the feeling is mutual I feel the same way about your benedict like ways which have several faces of being happy to bad, then from good to sad and end up seriously mad.