That I was eating lunch at my old jr high and some fat kid called me a bitch. So I natually replied “hey fuck you man, how ‘bout we go outside and I knock your teeth out?” and he replied by pulling out a snub nose .38 special and pulling the hammer back in my face. I am certain that this was God’s way of telling me that fat people can’t be trusted and that I should carry my .44 mag at all times. Amen.
get me away from these mountains
i need new streets to clear my head
cause everything i love could be dead by sunset
and i can’t afford those vices
i don’t want this burden
old wounds grow fake pains, like the thoughts in my head when you’re not around
grip tight to the reins, smoke lights by the chain. you won’t find no letter by my remains,
not caught dead settling.
no black sweater, slacks or shoes with any pennies in a federal sake. a steady hand ready to drive stakes through any bloodsucker. sick of the news, yeah eat him up. cover him up like headstones in the fall
