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Bustiní Loose

 

Sometimes my life is bad,

Itís enough to drive you mad,

Punks, drunks, funks, and worse,

They want to send me off in a hearse.

Well, let Ďem try, and let Ďem hear,

ďIím not scared of a brainless !Ē

 

Iím bustiní loose, Iíve had enough,

Itís time for me to get really tough!

I have no superior, and now no sorrow,

Iím in no need for emotions to borrow!

 

My life was in shambles, my life was a wreck,

To play with cards, I had no deck,

I needed some peace and I needed some friends,

With those I never followed a trend.

I started a trail, beat my own path,

Tell those punks, ďFace freedomís wrath!Ē

 

Iím bustiní loose, Iíve had enough,

Itís time for me to get really tough!

I have no superior, and now no sorrow,

Iím in no need for emotions to borrow!

 

School was hell and so was work,

Surrounded by idiot, fool, and dork

But now Iím home and kickiní back,

Iím not stretched out over the rack.

 

Iím bustiní loose, Iíve had enough,

Itís time for me to get really tough!

I have no superior, and now no sorrow,

Iím in no need for emotions to borrow!

 

Iím bustiní loose, Iíve had enough,

Itís time for me to get really tough!

I have no superior, and now no sorrow,

Iím in no need for emotions to borrow!