Sep 21 2009
Unfinished- “How’s it taste?”
Come over Sister Sin, whisper in my ear,
tell me all the things you think I need to hear,
I swear I’ll listen.
Lend me your ear, self-glorified preacher of none,
and listen to the preaching from the barrel of My gun,
it’ll blow you away.
What’s this? The Devil’s skipping to My-Lou,
mumbling all the truths they screamed to make untrue,
saying “no one likes a liar.”
Next time your god begs you to fall onto your knees,
whisper sweet nothings and give him a tease,
don’t forget to spit.
