I never miss the targets whenever
I shoot. My inquisitive nature won’t allow me to loose; I’m a born-winner.
Lately, musicians are singing a lot about haters and critics. My opinion is
that competition is a must. The best team always wins. If you’re scared of
competing, then you definitely don’t have what it takes to win.
I don’t have enemies; I just have
critics. That’s all. If I would have haters,
trust me, none of them would be
alive by now. Spraying bullets on them, making them recite the Lord’s Prayer
before dying; summoning them one by one and finding out the reasons why they
hate me, would characterize all the processes I would undertake to take them
down.
It’s the good kid, in a mad life.
Try to complicate my life, and I will do the same to yours in a different
extent. My Asian friend has been teaching me a lot of moves lately; I think
it’s time I use them on someone. Any one who is ready? Is anyone out there ready
to battle me?
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