jesus

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In Fear

You left without warning
You didn't even say goodbye
I sit here angry, crying, mourning
Why did you have to die?

I'm living with your ghost now
I wish so much that you were here
Being happy again, I don't know how
I live my life in fear

I'd give anything to see you again
I'd almost give my own life
You were always my best friend
I reach for my knife

I take the knife, put it against my wrist
Will it make me see you again?
In my stomach I feel a sudden twist
The reality of the situation sits in

As I cut myself, the blood flows like a river
But I still can't see your smiling face
The air is getting cold now, I feel a sudden shiver
Please come take me away from this place

Its hard to see now, where the hell am I?
I'm still searching for you here
Where did you go, why did you have to die?
I'm still living my life in fear

Anger Management

I hate the way you stare, you laugh, you point.
I hate the way you make me feel like I'm never wanted.
I hate the way you make it seem you're so much better than I am.
I hate the way you hate me, even though you don't know me.
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Let me judge you for a second.
Let me tell you the way it is gunna be.
You're stupid, your ignorant, there not much else to say.
You'll regret ever fucking with me.
Your judgements are stupid, and so are you.
Thats rather easy to see.
You fucked with me one too many times.
Now my anger will be set free.
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I'll come swinging with a clenched fist.
Its time that you will pay.
Maybe there's something you have missed.
Why must it be this way?
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Now you see the consequences of being so fucking ignorant.
You just were waiting for me to break.
Well the time is over, I finally broke.
And the laugh is at your stake.
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The laughing's over, you're in deep pain.
It didn't have to be this way.
My point is rather simple and plain.
Today just happened to be the day.

Crime and Punishment

He lived his life one day at a time
He never knew the day he'd commit this crime
But the deed would be done, theres no doubt about that
And once it was over, he couldn't turn back.

In the game of life, there are no second chances
No apologies, just punishments and noone ever advances
So give it good thought before you step over the line
For if you commit it, you'll be punished for the crime

You can try to be the system, but those who try have failed
People try and try and try, but most of them get nailed
Nailed like jesus to his perfect wooden cross
And those you leave behind, will be weaping for their loss

Handjobs for Candycanes

You never listen to what I have to say
My words just fly right by you
Well I'm not going to take that shit, not today
What else would you expect me to do?

Do you expect me to sit here, not put up a fight,
and accept the shit you're putting me through?
Well sit in your seat, and hold on tight,
cuz its my turn to lash out on you

Your arguments have no points,
this conversation is going nowhere.
So I'll sit here and smoke my joints,
and wear my women's underwear

The Ballad of Joe

His name was Joe
He lived in a shoe
He was tired with the come and go
He didn't know what to do

Joe was a rock star
But his band never made it very far
But he could sing like nobody's business
He lived his life in eternal bliss

Then one day Joe got real high
He looked and the mirror and said "I deserve to die"
He slit his wrist and that was the end
Thats why you shouldn't do drugs my friend

Coke Head

(for the record I've never done coke :P)

Addicted, like a hug fiend that needs a hug
I'm dangerously addicted to this wonderful, fatal drug
When I go without it, I might as well be dead
I'm just your average, full of energy, coke head

Coke is what they call you, which is short for cocaine
Oh I love how you make me feel, how you're driving me insane
You may be ruining my life, but thats okay with me!
Cuz I'm addicted to you, I love you, without you I can't see

Oh my dear you taste so sweet, as I snort you up my nose
As you effect my brain, my body, on the story goes
Through our ups and downs, wins and losses, and blood that I have shed
I'm still just your average, full of energy coke head

Smokin da Herb

(a song I wrote for my rap project)

They call me S-K-U, to the N-K-Y.
I smoke them skunky buds till the day that I die.
I hit the bong, and pass it on by.
By the time it comes back, you know I be high.
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This rhyme is my chance, my one and only shot,
so roll a joint, and show me whatchu got.
I spit these rhymes like it ain't no thing,
I fuck these bitches like I got no shame.
Cuz all they are is hoes to me,
They never leave me alone, they never let me be.
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I'm white as rice, but i still can rhyme,
I smoke dat herb, all the damn time.
So sit right back and listen here,
I want to make my message rather clear.
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Chorus
Just 'cuz I'm white, don't mean I ain't got skills,
whether i'm smoking them drugs, or poppin the pills.
All that matters is that I make sure that I'm heard.
If you don't agree with 'dat, I'll flip you da bird.

Untitled

Lying awake, noone here to see me like this
Cold and alone, noone to keep me company
Tired and outdated, noone to tell me where to go from here
Stressed out and drowning, noone to save me from the flood

Don't cry little girl, everything will be okay
The sun will come out another day
The rain is sure to go away soon
Before you know it, we'll see the moon

Keep your head up little boy, everything will be fine
Your mental situation is not on the decline
You'll feel better before you know it
You'll show em all, and you won't blow it

What Its Like to be Your Stalker

(not finished)

I sit outside your window every night
I have a collection of things you've dropped
I know everything about you, things you haven't even told your friends
If you only knew what it was like to be your stalker

Your beauty is such an amazing thing
I've admired it for as long as I can remember
I think I love you, but you don't love me
For you don't even know who I am

War

They say that we might go to war
They say that we must fight
They will draft our friend, our family and more
Just because they have that right

Blood will be shed, our loved ones will die
We'll all hang our heads, and most of us will cry
Why does this have to happen, why does it have to be like this?
Some of us didn't get to say goodbye, or get that last kiss

I yearn for those times we had together, but now they're gone
You were taken by the cold hand of war
I miss those days when you were right, I was wrong
I've never felt this way before

Jesus is at the Whore House

You came in search of "the holy one," the one who saved your life
The one who takes away all the pain, all the suffering, all the strife
But he's not here right now to talk to you or your spouse,
No my friend, he's gone away...jesus is at the whore house

He may be the "son of god," but he likes to have fun too
Do you really think sandals are his favorite type of shoe?
He enjoys the comfort of tennis shoes, or some comfy boots
He likes to go to the range sometimes and with his gun he shoots

Jesus just is a regular guy, thats easy for you to see
On Sunday's he goes down to the bar, where else you think he'd be?
He sits on the bar stools, sips some wine, and gnaws on some bread
While theories of evolution are running through his head

Yes Jesus is a regular guy, although they say he's gods son
But there is no god, he doesn't exist, he's just as good as no one
So party on, sin like hell, and pretty soon you will see
That this god you love, god your pray to, is nothing but a flea

Disclaimer: Hello. Obviously I am not 'jesus', nor do I really claim to be...sure I may claim to be 'jesus' sometimes...but its all in good humor...and all who take offense to this should not direct their hate towards anyone else associated with this website except me...so if you get the chance...send all your hate mail to [email protected] ... thank you and have a nice day.

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