| Here I am on my last breath, I’m about to die
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| Prayed to Jesus for some help, he did not reply
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| Seems to me Jehovah doesn’t care if I’m alive!
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| — Hell nah, your soul’s been occupied by demonic spies!
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| — Hold up! |
| God, is that you? |
| — Yeah, as prophesized
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| — I prayed with no response, why? |
| — You've been ostracized
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| — Yo, what the fuck you mean? |
| — Please! |
| Have you forgot the lies
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| Of all the times you said I don’t exist? |
| — Well, I apologize!
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| — No, you don’t! |
| — Yeah, I do! |
| I swear on my mama’s eyes!
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| — Why you think she’s going blind? |
| — I thought you were on my side!
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| — Well, I would’ve been if you could’ve simply swallowed pride!
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| — Yo, I did a thousand times! |
| — Yeah, for dollar signs…
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| Greed mixed with envy of what others got supplied
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| — Please, God, I swear I’ll change! |
| Can we just compromise?
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| — Nah, you don’t qualify! |
| — Why? |
| — You're a toxic guy!
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| If I do, you’ll hit the bar, take twenty shots and drive!
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| — No, I won’t! |
| — Yes, you will! |
| You’ll be in a Honda high
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| You’ll be playing with your phone, you’ll hit an icy spot and slide
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| You and a SAAB collide, soccer mom inside
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| You’ll flee the scene before the cops arrive and she will not survive!
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| — Listen, you don’t know shit! |
| — Man, you talk a lot of jive!
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| All you do is make excuses! |
| — All you do is watch our lives!
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| You could’ve given me a sign from atop the sky!
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| — You chose not to see 'em, too busy being traumatized!
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| — Please, God, give me a chance! |
| — Aww, now you wanna cry?
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| — I'll do anything! |
| — That's another one of Bolic’s lies!
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| — You're right! |
| It’s all a ploy to keep committing homicides!
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| — Go to Hell, and be sure to tell Satan God said hi!
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| «I'm fighting a holy war in the mental»
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| Next stop: Hell. |
| Fell from Jehova’s grace
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| Access denied, no mercy, close the case!
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| Sent below and Saint Peter locked the Golden Gate
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| — Hey, Bolic, been a long time, now there’s no escape!
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| — Damn, Lucifer, is that you? |
| — Yeah, you’re going straight
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| Down to H-E-Double Hockey Sticks with me! |
| — Hold up, wait!
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| — Nah, homie, slow your pace! |
| You controlled your fate
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| Held accountable for every bad choice you chose to make
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| — Man, please, let me explain… — Why? |
| You’re a soulless snake
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| So I planned eternal torture for you, son, let’s motivate!
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| — Shit, I can’t imagine what you had your demons cultivate!
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| — You don’t even wanna know what’s about to culminate!
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| For example, you’ll get trampled by a race of overweight
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| Swollen apes who run your nuts over, wearing roller skates!
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| That’ll last a century. |
| — Damn, Lu, show restraint!
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| — Maybe eventually… — Really? |
| — Nah, I’m joking! |
| — Great…
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| — It could have all been avoided. |
| — How so? |
| I don’t relate
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| — Well, for starters, you just had to show some faith like Joseph Bates
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| Reveal your poker face, be real opposed to fake…
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| Who am I kidding? |
| I love how you promoted hate!
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| — What about the voices in my head when I was home awake?
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| Were they you? |
| Were they ghosts? |
| — Those were demons throwing bait
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| It’s your own fault you listened! |
| — Fuck that! |
| No, it ain’t!
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| Yo, you set me up! |
| — Stop blaming me for those mistakes!
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| You still had a choice! |
| — No, I didn’t! |
| Life’s a total waste!
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| I was broke as fuck, smoking dust, selling dope and base
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| — Well, remember way back the first time you sold a cake?
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| — You mean to Jerome and Blake? |
| — Yeah, stupid, those were Jakes!
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| Now, remember when you left the scene and patrolmen chase?
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| — Yeah, I got away! |
| — That was me and there were no complaints!
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| — Maybe I should thank you! |
| I made it home and smoked an 8th
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| Ate some pizza, made Theresa swallow my load and break!
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| But wait! |
| I know my place, pray to Lord my soul to take!
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| Swear to God, I’ll turn this molten lava to a frozen lake!
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| — Have it your way, I’ll send you back to Earth where no one’s safe
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| — You let me live? |
| — Yeah, in a vegetative coma state
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| Mothafucka!
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| «I'm fighting a holy war in the mental» |