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The night of the retaliation... |
HEAT I know I ain’t scared, threw a Molotov cocktail into the police station, lit a cigarette before I fled. Standing off in the distance seeing the chaos and distressed countenances of detectives. I was glad cuz they violated my civil rights by intentionally placing me under surveillance. I’ve got a lot of pride but have never been prejudiced. Can you see the pain and remorse in my eyes? And I never cry I’m too busy taking things way too serious. I seldom laugh in public, but when I do people think I’m delirious. I know it’s important for you to keep up your many appearances. The informant was across the street posing as a eunuch wrapped in a pissy sheet holding a moldy tuna sandwich wearing pair of busted up ass Adidas- but could still captivate audiences like Kelly and Regis. However, most bums don’t smell like they shower every week, not to mention the fact that he blew his cover, soon as heard him speak... about eternal damnation. The vast majority of people don’t articulate, have inflection or know much about verb conjugation. I went to college and know that proper grammar takes time and patience. Cocaine habits and big booty bitches on drugs landed me in interrogation because my appetite was insatiable for sex and excessive perspiration. Under duress from the Devil's rejects and questionable regrets of suspected jubilation. Downloading torrents until I realized that assisted suicide was enough to substantiate a criminal warrant. So, I priced an international trip to Florence. But was ratted out on a tip by Bones and David Boreanaz. Got hit with seven years Federal cuz my high-powered attorney was of little importance. |