weerd read on....



I'm fed up wit life, fed up wit mics, fed up wit knives
life will never be like, heaven wit Christ, never be right
never see light, never had to fight, messin wit fate is sick
i didnt ask to be born, yah c-sectioned me out, and made me live

dad, this ya baby kid, I dont know how to say this shit
but maybe if, i went back in time before you laid that chick
played this song, and told you get ya playa on, but please
where a rubber now, I wouldnt have to wear a lead vest later on

might be a little wrong, shit, you may not like it at all
but while writin this song, my life has evolved die for a cause
that i don't believe in, i'd rather have the firin squad
so i sit an think, drink, til i'm rocked like Christ on the cross

even though we kno ministers, the average Joe Smoe's wickeder
foe-fifth an a molt liquor ta get us bold and become go getters
I'm so sick of it, hell don't get no vivider/
that's why i fight for the yes-man army, and take NO prisoners


weerd lol Feedback im gonna drop 5 more tonight im type bored

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