Hey

Hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting lonely,

getting old, can you feel me?

Have you got color in your cheeks?

This is the story of a man on the edge who all but lost his way.

Hello.

Twelve people will die tonight.

I'm catastrophic demise.

Well I'm headed down a southern trail, I'm going to chicken hunting.

I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks.

Ohhhhhhhh.

That blushed sauce, juggalo juice.