I need somewhere to pass some time since I fucked my arm up... this is better than solitaire, so... this is just some average lyrical shit, feel free to state your opinions on my material.
-Deuce-

I shoot up 'til the needle breaks-got deceitful traits
At the last supper stealing food off people's plates
Dodging D's and jakes-corrupted by the cheese I chase
The cool villain selling school children some weed I laced
Stickz needs his space-so he'd appreciate-if the
Population of Georgia would gladly leave the state
I don't believe in fate-I believe that Jesus H.
Left me here to scream in a demon's face
So my words come to life when I tour in hell
I just write my rhymes go record themselves
Got a mind of their own and some organ cells
They plot against me they opened a trap door I fell
Hit rockbottom now I got problems no solution
Money talks speaking in tongues it's so confusing

No conclusion-I drink away the soul pollution
Black out off Blackhouse smoking dro then puking
4 quarts of Guiness-in a New Yorker's minute
Stickz is a lowlife like dwarves and midgets
I ain't soft or timid-I'd go to war for spinach
Til they bury my coften and my corpse is in it
I was removed with a coathanger but before they finished
I murdered the Doc and nurses at the abortion clinic
Kicking and screaming-forced to live as a demon
This is the reason-I ain't got shit to believe in
I'm here to set it straight-eleven nine seven eight
When I dipped from cops and picked the locks on heaven's gate
Now I levitate-expressing my present state
Why I'm gassed enough to wipe my ass with Reverend Mase
I cheddar chase-lap the field set the pace
Just hoping a simple misunderstanding escalates