Name: Kyle
Age: 15 [soon]
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 130
Gamertag: ask me and I might tell you ^_^
Friend/Message me! Don't be scurred

♪I rely on myself, just making sure that was clear. I'm not in need of you crutches, I've faced all my fears.♪

♪We'll stare straight-faced, don't hesitate. See, why would we wanna make you bastards wait?♪

♪Such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face, but you turned into a pretty big waste of my time.♪

♪The thought of you's no fucking fun. You want a martyr? I'll be one.♪

♪Hello, y'all, it's the bully. In a Trayvon Martin hoodie. With a bunch of gynecology dudes to operate on you pussies.♪

♪If I were to die, murdered in cold blood, tomorrow, would you feel sorrow or show love, or would it matter? Could never be the lead-off batter. Everything's shit for me to feed off, I'm seasaw battling.♪

♪I'm always screaming my lungs out until my head stops spinning. Playing my songs is the way I cope with life.♪

♪I hate liars. Fuck love, I'm tired of trying. My heart big, but it beat quiet.♪

♪I ain't a killer, but don't push me. Revenge is like the sweetest joy, next to getting pussy.♪

♪First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim.♪

♪There ain't no such things as halfway crooks.♪

♪The sun don't shine forever. But as long as it's here, then we might as well shine together.♪

♪Keep calm and get Swavey!!!♪

♪Life suck, huh? You gettin' head, nigga?♪

♪Never worried 'bout another day. Never worried 'bout what people think and what them others say.♪

♪Shootin' babies, no ifs, ands, or maybes!♪

♪I grew up a fuckin' screw-up, got introduced the game, got an ounce, and fuckin' blew up. Choppin' rocks overnight, the nigga Biggie Smalls is try'na turn into the black Frank White.♪

♪What the fuck is a ceiling?! I'm takin' us to the top! And when I leave, the whole world drops. LACE UP! KELLS!♪