| WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW. by jason where is your god now when i've got a gun to you, your bible will not help you your worse than a jew, do you want to die now or later or do you want your death to be greater, i see that cross around your neck you wont say hell you say heck, now are you for god or against him he said yes so i broke his limb, now answer the question right, "yes" prepare to head towards the light, will you say it right this time saying no is a crime, the man kneels down for a prayer so i take a bat and send him flying in the air then i kick him with my boot he prays so i shoot! this poem is dedicated to all the nonchristions out there that keep having to hear god this and god that dont be afraid to stand up for yourself cuz if you dont everything turns to shit and they will keep shovin this shit down our mind |
| JASON'S POEMS |
| THE ENGINE THAT GOT WOOD. there is some fucking train i would like to talk about, he could not get wood, :( he tried and and cried and tried :( he could not get up from playboy, pent house, or my fav hustler :{ he could not even get off in the back of a volkswagon :| but one day when the engine was working a worker gave him a blue pill, the engine roared like me when i dont have captain morgan :) ;) the engine was bigger than the tallest tree all the workers were so proud of him:} :] but it would not go down so they had to shut him down :[ so there he lays in a shitty hole in the shitty ground TRIBUTE TO THE UNHOLY GOD OF DARKNESS. the unholy god is a man of many powers he wont kill you but torture you for hours, if you still want to fuck with this shit stand back and he'll take another hit, he is one of the pimpin brothas he even pimps one of tonys mothers, you still want to fuck with this just wait he drank too much vodka now hes gotta piss, so fuck all you who dont like pimps, or the unholy god will turn you all into motha fucking chimps the motherfucking end now fuck of you americans make me sick |