This is the way to live.
Sellin' my soul to Jenoff for a truck was the best thing that I had eva done. Sure, I neva expected to live the seven years for the debt to be collected, but that shit's beside the point now. I was badass, I killed demons and helped people and survived.
When Jenoff came lookin' for me, it wasn't because of the seven years. Naw...it was all about me givin' my soul up to Fred. Truth is, I think I already had which is why when Jenoff took my soul, when Angel, Groo, Cordy and Fred had failed to save me that night because they were too busy fightin' like lameasses..it was why I didn't die.
Shit, lookin' back, I'm glad they fought like lameasses because I didn't die, only thus far, none of my forma friends know it. My body was there for all of them to see, Angel thought he'd killed Jenoff after I was supposedly dead, but Jenoff can't die, or at least in no way that I know, so they all left sad, cryin' and beaten from that fight and especially Fred...yet I was alive...
Of course, I was up lata that night thinkin' about why I had eva thought about givin' in to a little stick figure like Fred in the first place. I rememba those times...when I was jealous of Wes ova Fred and I can't believe it. Don't get me wrong, I like havin' sex even more now then before, except now I'm not worried about committment; far from it. I'd rather have a lot of different women because there are so many of them out there that come into the casino with their slits showin' and their cleavage hangin' out and if they suck at pleasin' me or moan too much, well, I rip their heads off...break their necks, or just smash their noses into their skulls. I have Fred to thank for that and I have Angel as a guide...
I can't believe that souled freak eva wanted to get his soul back. If I were him, I'd fuck everything movin'...okay, I already do...but I would nail all of the ho's until I lost my soul...not that I will. Unlike Angel, I didn't have some lame curse put on me. I can't get my soul back as far as I know and if anyone tries, Jenoff will step in, but more importantly, I will.
Right now, I patrol the casino which is where I meet and bed most of the women that I either nail and let leave, or nail and kill. Jenoff uses me as muscle, but he's not big on me leavin' just yet because I'm a human livin' without a soul which is possibly an originality, none of us know; but because I'm not a demon, Jenoff only uses me to beat on cheata's in the casino and of course, lets me do my thing with the bitches.
Someday, though, I'll come face to face with Fred again, or Cordy and if I do, their asses are grass and let's just see Angel try to stop me.
Someday, Jenoff won't care what I do and I'll make my mark. You best believe it and just let Angel try to stop me. I'm sure that the old Angel investigations has gotten word of all these murders around LA, and might be investigatin' it, but I hope they come a callin'.
It'll be the last move that any of them eva make.
When Jenoff came lookin' for me, it wasn't because of the seven years. Naw...it was all about me givin' my soul up to Fred. Truth is, I think I already had which is why when Jenoff took my soul, when Angel, Groo, Cordy and Fred had failed to save me that night because they were too busy fightin' like lameasses..it was why I didn't die.
Shit, lookin' back, I'm glad they fought like lameasses because I didn't die, only thus far, none of my forma friends know it. My body was there for all of them to see, Angel thought he'd killed Jenoff after I was supposedly dead, but Jenoff can't die, or at least in no way that I know, so they all left sad, cryin' and beaten from that fight and especially Fred...yet I was alive...
Of course, I was up lata that night thinkin' about why I had eva thought about givin' in to a little stick figure like Fred in the first place. I rememba those times...when I was jealous of Wes ova Fred and I can't believe it. Don't get me wrong, I like havin' sex even more now then before, except now I'm not worried about committment; far from it. I'd rather have a lot of different women because there are so many of them out there that come into the casino with their slits showin' and their cleavage hangin' out and if they suck at pleasin' me or moan too much, well, I rip their heads off...break their necks, or just smash their noses into their skulls. I have Fred to thank for that and I have Angel as a guide...
I can't believe that souled freak eva wanted to get his soul back. If I were him, I'd fuck everything movin'...okay, I already do...but I would nail all of the ho's until I lost my soul...not that I will. Unlike Angel, I didn't have some lame curse put on me. I can't get my soul back as far as I know and if anyone tries, Jenoff will step in, but more importantly, I will.
Right now, I patrol the casino which is where I meet and bed most of the women that I either nail and let leave, or nail and kill. Jenoff uses me as muscle, but he's not big on me leavin' just yet because I'm a human livin' without a soul which is possibly an originality, none of us know; but because I'm not a demon, Jenoff only uses me to beat on cheata's in the casino and of course, lets me do my thing with the bitches.
Someday, though, I'll come face to face with Fred again, or Cordy and if I do, their asses are grass and let's just see Angel try to stop me.
Someday, Jenoff won't care what I do and I'll make my mark. You best believe it and just let Angel try to stop me. I'm sure that the old Angel investigations has gotten word of all these murders around LA, and might be investigatin' it, but I hope they come a callin'.
It'll be the last move that any of them eva make.