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Суббота, 03 Марта 2007 г. 13:03 + в цитатник
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Lord please forgive me for what I do

 

For I know not what I've done

 


 

[Chorus]

 

Father please forgive me for I know not what I do

 

I just never had the chance to ever meet you

 

Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be

 

My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

 


 

Momma had a baby and it's head popped off

 

(head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped

 

off, head popped off)

 

My momma don't want me, the next thing I know I'm gettin' dropped off

 

(gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off,

 

gettin' dropped off)

 

Ring ring ring, on the door bell of the next door neighbors on

 

their front porch

 

(their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their

 

front porch)

 

But they didn't want me neither so they left me on someone elses lawn

 

(elses lawn, elses lawn, elses lawn)

 

Till somebody finally took me in, my great aunt, uncle Edna 'n Charles

 

(Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles)

 

They were the ones who were left in charge

 

My elementary they gang up on me and sang this song

 

(sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song)

 

It went a little something like mary had a little lamb, little

 

lamb, little lamb

 

Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn

 

Momma why do they keep saying this I just dont understand, understand

 

And by the way, where's my dad?

 


 

[Chorus]

 


 

Predominantly, predominantly, everythings always predominantly

 

Predominantly white, predominantly black

 

Well, what about me, where does that leave me

 

Well I guess that I'm between predominantly both of 'em

 

I think if I hear that fuckin' word again I'mma scream

 

While I'm projectile vomiting, what do I look like, a comedian to you?

 

Do you think that I'm kidding?

 

What do I look like some kind of idi-wait a minute, shit, don't answer that

 

Why am I so misunderstood?

 

Why do I go through so much bullshit, it sucks bullshit, it's

 

tush mull bish

 

Woe is me, there goes poor 
Marshall
 again

 

Whining about his millions and his mansion and his sorrow he's

 

always drownin' in

 

And the dad that he never had, and how his childhood was so bad

 

And how his mom was a dope addict, and his ex-wife how they go at it

 

Man I'd hate to have it, as bad as that Mr. Mathers claims he had it

 

I can't imagine it, that little rich poor white bastard

 

Needs to take some of that cash out the bank and take a bath in it

 

Man if I only had half of it.

 

If you only knew the half of it

 


 

[Chorus]

 


 

Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds

 

Please release me from these deamons

 

I never had any of this shit planned ma, please believe

 

I don't wanna be Satan's spawn, never got the chance to say I'm sorry

 

Now look at all the pain I caused

 

Dear Santa Clause, why you not comin' this year again

 

What did I do that was so bad to deserve this

 

Everything could have been so perfect

 

But life ain't a fairytale, I'm about to be hoist up in the air

 

Forty feet below me, there's people everywhere

 

I don't even know what it feel like, they know me cuz I'm in

 

this ferris wheel

 

And all i wanna do is go to the mall and take hailie on the carousel

 

Without this crowd everywhere I go, but life is like a merry-go-round

 

Here we go now, doe see doe now, curtains up, the show must go now

 

Ring around the rosie, the shows over, you can all go home now

 

But the curtain just don't close for me, this ain't how fame

 

is supposed to be

 

Where's the switch I could just turn off and on, this ain't what

 

I chose to be

 

So please god, give me the strength to have what it takes to carry on

 

Till I pass 50 back the baton, the camera's on, my soul is gone

 


 

 

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