Gods eat bullets.

   Back in the day them niggas used to slang delusion in the form of a rock like a jeweler selling a wedding ring at Tiffany's,  and you are jaded from a solid Epiphany.
  Telling yourself you were wrong for not choosing polygamy. So now you got a ball and a chain, and you can't hang your shame because a kid on the way.
 
   Stupid young soldier.Your life is over. Money got you entagled. Now you feeling strangled. I know and I ain't even in your shoes. I can tell by the empty bottles of jack.  You even built up some rasp in your voice, like you been gargling jacks!
 
Listen here Jack!
 
  I'm young, dumb, and walking the path of the bum. Best fucking hope in life would be to pick up the gun. I got conflict in my soul. I don't know right from wrong as  I think about fucking this nun with the barrel of a gun.
 
 So son don't step up barrel chested because this vet will crush your chest  like a Donkey and beat his chest like a Kong.
 
 
 
I'm wild and you're not that's why you married a stranger sucker.
I just fuck them.
Never love them.
 
    I attempt to vent to avoid revenge.
God looks at me reluctantly to exact my descent into the realm.
 
 Demons throw shots!
Fuck Scotland.
I'm an African king!
So I dodge these shots like my name Pernell in the ring.
Yet I gotta pull a Tom and run like Forest.  
The girls love the schemes so i guess I'll let my  WHIT-TAKE-HER.
 ; )
There's no love to do this.
I spent years breaking hearts like Jennifer Love Hewitt.  
I'm garbage because Allana left my heart wounded and now my soul polluted.  
  
    You don't need my life homeboy
and I damn sure don't want yours.
The only divorce that  I want is the soul from this corpse. You live long and suffer. While I discover how to make this 45 turn my brain into gushers.
 
Mother Fucker!!!!!!