[open] god, grant me the serenity to put up with your crap...
The bad news? When I finally do cash in, me and the Almighty are gonna have words that'll pretty much fucking guarantee my slot in Hell when all's said and done. I got bones to pick and a lotta nasty shit to say that you just fucking don't when yer tryin' to buy yerself eternal salvation.
I can't call it good news, but I'll give you the reality check: today ain't that day. Tomorrow ain't that day. And that day ain't fucking coming between now and two weeks from now.
And if God surfs the web, I hope he's fucking reading, and I hope he's ready to kiss my sorry ass.
I can't call it good news, but I'll give you the reality check: today ain't that day. Tomorrow ain't that day. And that day ain't fucking coming between now and two weeks from now.
And if God surfs the web, I hope he's fucking reading, and I hope he's ready to kiss my sorry ass.