2006 November:

11th syndrome of the lost body.
floating aim, rushing fleeing.
blood clot blues, red sky news.
kitty got my tongue, heart made of gas.
ring out the new, bring back the fold.
2 g 3 7, analphabet. Numbers round.
Crosses hoaxed, locked in jewels.

She's gone, like James Bond.
Triple "O" Go Go, I got no flow.
The Cat came back, it's a lil early.
Weeds and Herbs, don't want your germs.
Thanks for the noodles, have fun with your poodle.
I'll see you later, McMasturbator!