Jun 05, 2006 00:04
Don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else
I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you get scared and say, "you're movin' with your auntie and your uncle in bel air!" I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said FRESH and had a dice in the
mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air!