all's well that ends in  hell

i've been kicked out the house
and aspired to be a shit kicker in the clouds
my only friends are metaphors verbs and nouns
this is how
the forsaken get down
i don't need a thug life tatted on my tummy  
like the rest of these rap dummies
not that it matters i just think that shit is funny
the storm is coming  
and i am so cunning
im performing cunnilingus on nuns
just to remind them their savior will never cum
i've got the flavor on my gums
and i bet jesus would love some
the drive through  
where you can die too
what's the purpose  
purchase a surplus of needles and evil nurses
me and my curses are fingering through  purses
close the curtains  
this worthless person has nothing besides verses
real clergy only die in burning churches
donations all around but you never see a christian shirtless
the homeless crack addict practising black magic
fantastic
the votes in
the fans have it
give it up for the bastard who only believes in laughter  
and finally finishing the last chapter leaving you with a chapped ass without chap stick
it's slapstick    siniscism  
the anger within him  
is blanket anxious within hymns
and has totally seperated him from his friends
sleep alone and creep out in the cold
the sing along is the only retrieval of the soul
put some weed in the bowl
let your peeps know
that this devious demon has taken control
kill your parents and anybody named sara or karen
quit your caring and blank staring
my bank account is barron so i'm in a bank with a parrot
crazy eyed like sid barret
 repeating put the money in the bag bitch
don't be scared it's almost over like the last stitch
terrible tactics
unbearable ass kiss
she gave up the cash quick
so invite her out to kill some pastors
to go get blasted  
and we live happily ever after