Ya damn right I'm a heathen, see!

Ya damn right I get mad at God from time to time, but God--he still believe in me!

Rewrite "The Shining" with my mind, only this time:

"...Heeeere's Steven B. !"

As I high-five the Prime deity////

Ya Damn right I'm some bad man to try to run past/

Last "Summer of glass" gonna be the last one of 'dat//

Comic books? Have fun with that...

"Tap-dance"? I'ma fuck that

Ya Goddamn right tonight I'm gonna write my comeback

V1: first thing I wanna say about the freemasons is: Stop using your name to defame LeVeyan Satanists// Perfectly pleasant people/they don't donate to the steeple/They glorified atheists but they sure as shit ain't evil//// That position's reserved for the missionary servin' up children to child killers/ hiding behind pillars by the pair/ one to signify light, and one for darkness/ Next time you see King Solomon, ask him where the ark is////

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Breakdown:

I been prayin' God to lead/ which I received within an answer,/"This B.T. be your cancer; Just heed me, Steven; can't a Holy Father get a 'holy fucking shit' once in awhile? You're Superman, nigga, smile, 'less you prefer down on tile"

Which I don't. That O.D. was a sobering experience/ "Ya know me, my dude, the least you owe me is to be hearing this: there's plenty of pussy--I made it; you can go and stomp it. Respectable women need a real man, so is you not it?"

V2: Real quick, I wanna tell the Hopi, Sioux, and Navajo:/ I dared my cousin Joey Burns to go and storm the capitol// I hitched to D.C. to kick it/ Heard the city's gangsta/ 2 Shots of Krokodil later I gone and lost my Wranglers//// Cousin Joe's scary as fuck/ wearin' a buffalo/ Raindancin'/ This hate gang's gonna tear out his nuts// I didn't think things would go so far/ so bring your battlescars/ Sound the shofar / Call up Noreaga and Achenar////

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