i'm better than eva

[erikvondetten82]

okay tomorrow i get out of the hospital yay *smiles*

thanks to all the people who worry and came to see me , thanks a lot *waves and smiles*

thanks also to kelly for singin for me and also meredith *nods* both u rock u sing great

thanks for beej for stayin at the hospital to take care of me , also kirsten ur an ANGEL *nods* thank u very much ... meredith
thanks for takin care for me *nods*

ok in general thanks everyone

now haha i been datin katie put *frowns* since the day i ask her out i hadn't talk to her .. she didn't even came to see me or nothin *frowns* oh well maybe she's too busy
i guess i gotta understand

hahah ok this quote is for everyone and i take it off from bits of songs..

This world is like a cage And I don't think it's fair And I don't even think That anybody cares It'll leave a hole down the side of me And it'll leave a scar Can anybody see? That we gotta get it out We gotta get it out And I'm 'a get it out With the mutherfucken microphone Plugging in my soul I'm a renegade riot getting out of control I'm 'a keep it alive And continue to be Flying like an eagle To my destiny So can you feel me? (Hell yeah) Can you feel me? (Hell yeah) If you feel mutherfucker then you'll say (Hell yeah) Hell yeah, I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Ain't it a shame that you can't say "Fuck" Fuck's just a word And it's all fucked up Like a fucked up punk With a fucked up mouth Fucked up babes Who fucked up sex Fake ass titties On a fucked up chest We're all fucked up So whatcha wanna do?
We fucked up me And fucked up you Ain't life a bitch? A fucked up bitch A fucked up soul with a fucked up stitch A fucked up head Is a fucked up shame Swinging on my nuts Is a fucked up game Jealousy filling up a fucked up mind It's real fucked up Like a fucked up crime If I say "Fuck", two more times That's fourty six "Fucks" in this fucked up rhyme
Hooo Haaa Haaaw! Listen up baby You.. can't.. bring.. me.. (bring me).. down
I.. don't.. think.. so I don't want some You.. better.. check.. your.. (check it).. self Before.. you.. wreck.. your.. self This.. my.. star.. fish

okay hahah i feel betta , sorry that rhyme rocks , too bad there's no more limpbizkit

okay anyway i was just listenin to nick's new cd and this song is perfect for now

I'm a product of the nation
My Nintendo's on the floor
On a permanent vacation
Momma's bangin at my door

Na na na
She's screamin at me
But I don't wanna understand
And I go oooooooh
It goes on and on and on

Chorus
Is it Saturday yet
Cuz I wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet
It just feels like a Saturday
Baby
Is it Saturday yet
I just wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet
Cuz it feels like a Saturday
Baby
Is it Saturday

I was raised by the television
Jerry Springer was my dad
And it wouldn't matter
If Martha Stewart was my mother
And Aaron Carter was my brother
Cuz I'd still be bad

I'm a product of the nation
I'm the last generation

Na na na
They won't stop screamin
And I don't think they understand
And I go oooooooh
It goes on and on and on

Chorus

Information overload
Comin through my mind
That I can't control
In the back of my head
Are the eyes that I see
That has got to be
A side of me
(repeat)

And I go ohhhhhhhhh
She's screamin at me
But I don't wanna understand

Chorus

I was raised by the television
And Jerry Springer was my brother
And mother's cousin was the uncle of my sister's -

ANYWAY I PROMISE NO MORE CAR SURFING I SWEAR *NODS* tho it was fun *nods*