Taking the long road to get back.
I'm on the cusp of starting up a new attack.
I maybe out of time, but it's my...
my fucking time.
Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't feed the wolf.
Don't be so down in the mouth.
Rabble rusted and rooted in the South.
I'm still doing the “Hustle”
with my brick shit house.
Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't feed the wolf.
Don't feed the wolf.