[Growing Up In Switzerland (Part 1)]

Growing up in switzerland was hard, showing up to school feeling like a retard, not only because i kept failing my report card, but because i never felt accepted on the schoolyard.

Imagine beint sarrounded by people you want to talk with, but they treat you like filth and keep on spreading a myth, that you can't understand, because you're fron kangarooland.

i tried my best, to learn german for the test, kept on making progress until i controlled it fully, that was when i had to deal with my bully.

He was the stereotypical dibshit, the billy madison misfit, it was almost like in a movie skit. He made me feel like i belong in a pit, always called me skinny Pomfret. My dad introduced me to the boxing district, made me get fit, for this hit. Heres a hint, after that all the myths were extinct and he couldn't eat any mint, because his tooth had a dent.

Then everything was cool for a while, untill we had to choose a work trial, in an envirment where we feel no denile.

Already by the age of two, i knew, what proffesion i was going to do. So there was no time to loose over what proffesion i was going to choose.

By the end of the semester, i wanted to be a hairdresser.

I achieved, the vision i pecieved. Even a year earlier than my class mates, that gave me all these hates, for opening the gates in my life, that apparently make me end up without a wife.

They kept on calling me gay, i wonder what they would say, if they knew, i see more girls a day, than they see from july until may.

[When Your Yang Becomes A Yin]

Hey man, thanks for your reply.

as you can see, my concept is based on pain and sexualitty and that my f words subsitute the word sex.

it lowers my silebils in a sentence and rhymes with other words at the same time.

On this site i've recieved a bunch of "hate" about my choice of expression.

But i really don't understand the big deal since almost every other song that younger teens/kids listen to, also contain a bunch of messed up lines.

[When Your Yang Becomes A Yin]

Getting over you is going well, you still have so much to tell, but f*ck staying at home in sorrow and dwell, f*cking someone tomorrow will do me well, someone who will do, me well. It's to late i've been having sex with some guys roommate, there is no room for my ex, whom i hate, the sex isn't great, but better than if i'd mastrubate. Friends are worried about my state, asking if i put food on my plate, i hate it when they investigate.

this world is disappointing, makes me wanna pull in, when ever i go full in, i'm serious, but they're fooling, end up hurt, with a bottle full of gin.

My pain is deeper than within, deeper than under my skin, but i choose to keep it in. If i'd loose the key to my cage, that contains my rage, that makes you paralyzed and choose to not recognize the same eyes that belong to me. The only situation where you would feel my frustration is if you don't have any complication and no time for wasting, if your fine in a good mood and have big boobs that offers intrest for tasting. Let's not get pasty you do look tasty, but i'm kinda wasted and this weed is making me woozy but her pussy turns juicy she's horny and starts to adore me, sucking and f*cking the opposite of poorly. Lay down, turn around, scream loud, be proud and now be astound, wear my crown, let the sound, guid my hound, inside a place with no disgrace, be misplaced, out of place, untill outta space, by my grace.

Whenever i do different girls there's no special feeling whatsoever, it's like they're from different worlds and we arne't meant to be together. They are appealing, all i'm doing is stealing, their effection, even though they are nowhere close to her perfection.

f*cking your problems away, is okay. But when i'm done, i don't want them to stay, there must be a way to make them go away and leave, but i used the trick up my sleeve, to get into their underneath, to let go some of my grief.

[Your Warmth Is So Cold]

Now i'm not just wriring some lame rhmye, but do you remember that one time, where we came at the same time? Thay was more than just some play time and more historical than some gay crime, it made me think you were my perfect design, fine, even if it wasn't a sign, you didn't have to lie, to make it so hard for your goodbye, you were so dark with tears in your eye, even though i expecially came by, not only just to say hi, but to bring by your clothes and clarify your oaths.

I thought there was still hope, you just stayed still and said nope, you played some sick joke, i prayed you would stay stoked, one day your throat, will close and choke after you realize, that there are allot of guys with the same eyes, same size, but a different disguise, i'm not your regular bloke!

So how bout you go bite on some soap, starting a fight, by prevoking me with insults, makes you look like a goat, like everything i've done for you is revoked!

But i know you like your hair pulled and being choked, you must find it amusing that my pillow is soaked after i awoke, from a dream of you, giving him the same glare whilest being stroaked...