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Peak #3,401
Peak in subgenre #1,830
Author
Lewin Hayes
Uploaded
August 11, 2005
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*GOD* (angles sing yaddey ya)
STATE YOUR NAME
Pike, the man
*GOD*
STATE YOUR AGE
17
*GOD*
STATE YOUR…
Don’t you kno all this already?!? Fuck this god shit man im outta here…
*GOD*
YOU CANT LEAVE… your dead Lewin…
Im… im… dead!??
*GOD*
WHY DO YOU THINK YOUR HERE?... NOW ANSWER MY QUESTIONS, I WILL DECIDE IF YOU ARE WORTHY TO ENTER THROUGH THE GOLDEN GATES.
Explain to me why YOU think your worthy, and no porkeys…
Man… I never thought this was really true
Barely begun but already feel I’m nearly through
Where do I begin? To start a story of sin
Every sin led to a win, so why stop at one?
Simple stealing, took two and dumped half
Securities guards smirk but behind faces I laugh
Put names up on walls, my mentality calls
Throw up all over stalls tiptoed on high falls
Paint a picture renowned in BTP scripture
A stuntman to staining styles, style I flipped ya
Shotted grade but nuffin on the levs of a raid
Left the bills paid, toll on my lungs stayed
Probably why I died, wheezing when I sighed
Just time to bide tokin a pleasing stinky ride
Bunned like Marley, but stingy like cratchet
Could bill up with hands tied, neck at a hatchet
Basically, in a place called illegal, id be regal
Pranked more people than prozaced Jeramy Beagle
Coveted thy neighbour and fucked his wife
Regretted the mornings, ducked many mans knife
Took ten deadly sins in a bloodied shot glass
Harassed the geek in class, jacked all his brass
No regret or remorse, just a husk of ambition
Dawn till a dusk mission pyro superstition
Burnin in my wake, life ignition of my clock
Tick without tock, lit the moss off the rolling rock
Loot had me on lock, mannerisms stalling change
Zoot mad- I could feel my brain cells rearrange
Is that why im dead? I bunned to much grade?
No… wait, its comin back to me… a raid?
Bust down my door… I rushed out the back
Trouser slack caught a tack tripped on a crack
fell on my face down a flight of stairs broken and bloody
Neck tares, im dead now and who cares? Nobody
And im… here…
*god*(angels sing ladey da)
IM AFRAID TO SAY, YOUR LAUNDERING WITH PRINCIPALS AND STANDARD LACK OF MORALS GIVE ME NO OTHER CHOICE THEN TO CONDEM YOU TO…
*interrupts*
‘CONDEM’ ‘CONDEM’ ‘CONDEM’ that’s pretty Fucking Rich
I should condem YOU for bein such a bitch
Disaster after disaster today death comes faster
Countless trips falls- limbs put into cast plaster
You made me this way, so why should I go to hell?
Cause I bin thinking why I tripped and fell
You’re the tack on my legs, the fog in my brain
You’re the fucking graffiti all over the train
You’re the pain anguish disdain, its all you!
You’re the phone the police received the tip through
The paint the canvass the easel the whole picture
The evidence against me, all the BTP scripture
I don’t care what the book says written on you
If I appeared in a flash of light he’d be smitten too
Your the topping to my pizza, cheese and salami
Your the fucking earthquake that caused the Tsunami!!
Your water, your air, your poison and monoxides
You made Bin Laden AND the place where he hides
But you reside in heaven while Satan and hell grapple
Whats Satan done apart sell eve an apple?!?
Your planes, your towers, your dates nine and eleven
Id rather boil in hell with deities like you in heaven
Yet you condem me?!? Choose my age and life span?
Your more fucking responsible for me than I am!
*god*
… GOODBYE LEWIN. CLOSE THE CLOUD ON YOUR WAY DOWN!!
Naaaaaaa maaaaaaaattttte…………
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