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window peeper

 
it does'nt even go down the way you think it would  
a lil bit of my own medicine  
small doses of my big evil all around  
 
god is a double talkin debutant  
givin cross looks out the corner  
at your lifetime achievement award  
she's slippin away to the trusty coatroom  
with you best friend  
while your tidying up 220 words  
of humility  
for that push up on the podium  
 
your shorty christian got turned punk in prison  
after a nasty made an example of conviction  
for turnin back a blade into some asshole's eyesocket  
while tryin to prevent a rape with a few x tabs in his pocket  
 
christine was only dancing to put herself through college  
put the boy in private school  
and hope he never found out about it  
they found her in her flat  
with her head in the oven  
a note from some random john  
sayin "she had it comin"  
 
hardly worth the trouble  
it was'nt even his hustle  
but darnel started slinging soft  
by the bundle at only 10% more than cost  
when the factory started layin off  
until wind got around to the cartel dogs  
now he's in a hole in the desert  
missin his feet,teeth, and paws  
 
cryin out to the skies  
but there ain't ever any answers  
never even smoked a joe  
but momma's got the cancer  
trophies in the pawn store  
the only way mark could try to pay for it  
long gone are the days when he was a champion  
 
the american eagles and abercrombies and fitch  
never should have been such dicks  
never should have gone and called ol seth a lil welfare bitch  
but he was never the type to snitch  
he'd rather show up late to the test  
bust the whole clip in the tech and get  
now the only few good kids left  
 get to suffer with the rest  
 
the hometown hero  
a real life robert di nero  
billy bugay joined the army  
in hopes that the ol man would quit callin him a zero  
said he would never bust a gun unless it had a serial  
champ came home to spend all his loot on wheel chair ramp material  
and spend the rest of his life eatin sandwiches and cheerios  
 
don't get it twisted  
somebody is always watchin  
even in compton  
if the man upstairs wants to stop being a creep  
and squash the beef with his sheep  
tell him to meet me at the bottom  
cuz me and that asshole ain't no longer talkin
Written by johnrot
Published | Edited 12th Oct 2013
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