I'm sorry Kmacc, I arrived too late to save your life.
In return, Thingy was raped by a pack of Mel Gibsons and shived with a knife.
Now I pause, as I gaze out towards the Atlantic at an opponent my world has never had the pleasure of doing battle with.

I'm not afraid to take a boat
Everybody come lend me a vote
We'll kart this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road
For the haters fuck your feelings, instead of getting props you're getting capped
And to the fans, son I'll never disappoint
Win or lose this bitch it will all be the same, you'll end up with a glock cocked in your face
As usual I'm too busy being fucking lazy and doing nothing for society
Whatever the fuck this is I'm gonna make a run for it, winners are in for it all and have zero anxiety
A Clark, Etch, Koopz, Shadow finals?

Fucking Miracles...