I know I'm wrong. But you're wrong, too. You use your imagination to infiltrate my fortress of solitude. You allow your fantasy to make you boss me around. Such are your tools. You're just using them wrong. You are using your fantasy and imagination as weapons of Charles destruction.
I told you I was gonna get that ass back. Now, all you can do is wait for my birthday to find your fate.
Some damn dog bit me this morning. I love dogs, but I hate being on their bad side. I just walked passed the little nigga and he went apeshit. Whatever. He'll die, too.
Only Columbine Gang is immune to the slaughter. This may or may not include my Wishlist. Fuck around and find out.
Viewers Like You is complete. We're looking at an actual Christmas release. Realize that, as much as I hate you guys, I adore y'all. It's hard to make the music I make and have to sit on it for x amount of time. Dropping singles suck. I'm making it work, nevertheless.
But all will suffer from my wrath on November 10th.
Love.
#comma
