mother mary is a phone sex operator

thanx for the storm
that insecurity
grows back in faster than a mohawk turns to a mullet
does'nt it?
time should have been a lil easier on you
your death is killin me
if i end myself on my birthday
would it make it more of an easier access memory
will i
i will
my will
time stands still
the only way i will lay still
is if i happen to see a 13 on the clock
tattooed your name on my cock
so i can bury it deep inside someone else i am bound to hate
anna is a nostalgia implanter
thank god
thank santa
no happily ever after for a rapper
the aftermath of what comes after
too many classmates laughter
head in the crapper
30 pack and a halfer
it ain't hard to tell
put my shadow in a cell
or atleast let it walk up front
i'm an anarchist and a murderer but i'm cleanin up so well
i'm tossin previously used anal beads to a slut at mardi gras
how did i get this far?
i wish
for 1 more wish
grab the bottle
rub it down
i'm gonna surf this tsunami right to the burial plot
there is a bidding war and i am out of quarters
anotha shot to get out what's inside of me
anotha shot at sobriety
everything will b fine
i always lie to me
the truth within the religion of her kiss
is only told by the extremely busy gravestone repairman
satire in a trash fire
this vessel has a flat tire
a divine umbilical chord that has not recieved nutrients in so long it has begun to siphon hell
john snap out of it!
the dream is over but yo you are still shoutin
the gift of bein with wit still leaves you in the crypt
with
a bunch of other facedshit micks