I
People looking for the easy G and hitting Big,
I could care for nothing, what ado they could bleed.
Are you sweet and sour or packing up a Sig;
Cigar in thy mouth or dick in your cheek.
Its time to clap some asses, niggers, creed:
“Live Hard, Die Easy!” the feed
Whiteravens on your case, on your oily rig!
II
What's up, doc, did you pull the wrong card;
this rabid got tooth more you could grimoire.
Lets fold your nuts to a twist, Alucard,
read your Sermons backwards, slay all pretards.
Who wants to live forever, its time to Saint, Gloria!
Have thee confessed thy sins, and prepared for Moira?
Whiteravens on you, to draft you to Heavens Guard.
III
Who's got a debt, and who's got a pimp, don't care;
who's got a party, who's churches, who has a Will?
The Life's journey away through your eyes snare;
who's ready for the wager, and usher the dare!
When I'm around even the devils shit grows chill;
its time to go to Heaven, Fire the Windmills!
Don Quichottes and Sancho Panzas declare...
IV
Superman is in the Building, to Jump the Roof;
I shall step on mountaintops, and walk on water.
Live Hard, Die Easy, Christian, like Steven stood;
steadfast then the Freed slaves wanted to cut him Good...
Who is standing firm and who is a figure skater;
Jesus is booming with a mallet at your doors, “Later”
Be ready or be done, for the times up to dwindle the thumbs, Lot!
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