Go get yo guns n switchblade knives n get it cut.

I don't know what you're looking for you haven't found it baby, that's for sure You rip me up, you spread me all around in the dust of the deed of time And this is not a case of lust, you see it's not a matter of you versus me It's fine the way you want me on your own but in the end it's always me alone I I had a vision I could turn you right a stupid mission and a lethal fight I should have seen it when my hope was newreally thought that I could take you there but my experiment is not getting us anywhere

The disjointed rendition.

I gave my best. I know I didn't pray. I swear I will write everything in a formal way, no short cuts, no abbreviations from now on. SO GIVE ME THAT PASS!!! Argh. I already know that shitty three words I forgot, namely: disciple, bundle [of 'em ridiculous sticks!] and the memorable final one, apprentice whose vague figure has mischievously been floating over my mind during the examination, nevertheless, [as to use some buzz words that had today a red carpet treatment] was not so courteous to solicit me in the right time. Durrrr..... śwal. In case the eminent examination would have not been given a positive opinion, I had been on the brink of committing the same as the Almuadin above. Ach, yes i forgot to mention, that I am strongly indignant of the WORD LIMIT they just freaky fancy to impose- 200 words-it could not be less!

Embedding efflorescence.

Walking in the corner Peeking over shoulders Waiting for my time to come Stepping, I'm stompin' I'm all gone Give me the tone And i'm all gone Yeah, i'm walking by the line Not here, but in my mind I'm working a sweat, but it's all good I'm breaking my back but it's all good 'Cause i know i'll get it back Yeah, i know your hands will clap And I'm working, And if you say I'm not OK We're miles to go If you say there ain't no way that i could know If you say i aim too high from down below Well, say you're not 'cause when i'm gone You'll be callin' but i won't be at the phone And i'm hanging around 'till it's all done You can't keep me back once i had some No wasting time to get it right And you will see what i'm about

GO TO HELL N NEVER COME BACK. ROT IN A GAS CHAMBER!!!

NO DAMN CUTESY POKIN STUFF!!! Never are you with me when I need you. N that wrecked, wretched mother fucker WHICH [ as he doesn't deserve to be called a human being; human -] thinks his fuckingly fuckin subject is the most vital, essential one especially on my specialisation, mainly BUSINESS! It has NOthing to do with SHITTY literariness! As for NOthing , it means there is not even a vague connection between them two, or A relation. To those shitty professors WHICH haven't heard YET, I repeat: I, WE, on the grandeur, éclat field does NOT require such useLESS, valueLESS surplus stuff like this sodding one!!!