"Ex-Factor" by Lauryn Hill

Man, fuck meth and anyone who cooks it, sells it or ingests it. When I can't go into Wal-Mart at midnight and get some sudaphed, I get annoyed at bastards who make it necessary for things like sudaphed to classified a controlled substance.

So, I ended up getting some of those nasal strips to help me breathe. I guess it's for the best that I couldn't get any non-drowsy sudaphed. Best to not risk one's heart exploding on Ironman Lacrosse Day.

But, still, fuck meth. That shit is stupid as hell.

Peace out.