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When thoughts come out your head;
When words flow from within;
You doubt no more;
You sing on high;

And then you crap yourself bad from a nasty intestinal thing you picked up on that little trip to the islands…not to mention that thing on your neck. What the hell's that all about? A bug bite or something? Yea, like anyone's going to believe that!

Better off to just make up something like it's a snake bite or you got in a little scuffle with a local and had to cut him a little bit in order to teach him a lesson and send a strong message to the others.

‘cause you know what'll happen if you don't. Oh, there'll be a lot of semi-interesting posturing and what not, but in the end, someone's going the hospital and someone's going to the morgue and I'll tell you what, it's not going to be me! Oh, no sir-ee, it's not.

Over my lifeless, dead body, that's what I say. I'll see you in hell and then I'll leave you there to rot in your own hot part (yea, in a heart beat, I will). Like I'd give you a drink of water or offer you my last PayDay bar. Maybe a Skittle, but no way my last PayDay. Get real, man! (some people's kids!)