This is a song about "The words degrade"

Words flowing like the city of venice

Here i go again, falling in love

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

These are words from the creator

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Fuck long words i dont need a definition, just the same words over and over again

Ha, running rebel on another level

Use swear words like i am the devil.

The birds i knew flip birds

I just don't have the words

It's a catastrophy to feel the ground quake from the stage all the way to your house garage fucker

We may never be together.. i'd rather die and degrade in the gutter than see her smile for another/

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Like i already got the beat, all i need is the words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts