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Bluelighter
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This is a song/story I wrote that will be recorded in the near future for my album, it is not for the weak hearted. It's about 2 serial killers, the song does have dialogue and it will be clearly marked so you understand it a bit easier. All feedback - good and bad is appreciated.
Verse 1:
HAHA checkin the scenery demon imagery of a man
lost and lingering frosted and hem-rejjing-
eyes always red from the sarenghettti heat
a medly of death and defeat-kidnappin is part of the plan
so they jump started a van-barelled into garbage cans
grabbed a startled man walkin empty handed
ok sean this is what the plan is
introducin the dynamic duo
2 friends in a pseudo-with guns-
how many? ::who knows!::
(((fuck this old fool)))
make him eat poisoned toad stools
seriously sean he'll be totally gone
we'll be nobodies mowin some lawn
fuck it lets make an escape
slit his throat hes dead weight
get yoour head straight! gotta be cautious
make sure hes dead fuck his esophagous
punch 'im 'till hes coughin shit!
not speaking metaphorically
his eyes rolled in the scorchin heat
Chorus x2
were killin john doe
were killin john doe
knife to his throat
killin john doe
no remorse killin john doe
Verse 2:
please dont yell-its swellin my brain-
i fuckin fell!
gat to the throat chokin and ropin this cat when he spoke
((((poke poke--i think hes dead))))))
fuck it im makin sure!
chop off his head!-
(((((but dave))))))
::::What!!?:::
(((((((its filled with lead)))))))
instantly on guard we heard a rustlin in the bushes
duckin shots they just miss!-fuck this--were out and bounced
walked the town for about an hour got drunk sour
pissed red and climbed a tower-devoured the powder
the musics louder
(((((what music dave!?))))))
you're a useless plague! get outta my face
the cops are all over the place
((((but dave wait!)))))
fuck it i already stayed late
this pavement awaits-id rather die like this
than shells of an AK-fuck the straight away
put a liver on lay away-ive prayed all day
hopin for this moment to come and its done
the moment of truth lies in this plunge
CHORUS x2
Verse 3:
(((((((dave think about it--really--are you that tragic?
fuck a casket-))))))
::sean im an ex con fuck bein stepped on
ill get caught with a bottle of schaups
and go bottom last from the top-what the fuck are you on?
(((((((clear skies sunny days with the blues on)))))
fuck gettin shot at a stool sean
i got hawaii dreams-scenes in my mind painted and rhymed
stained with the times of smiles and chimes
this style is mine-fuck it im gonna end it
this game is too eccentric fuck a lesson
all your tests, regrets, bets, and fake checks
just stay pressed--but me? ive stayed a mess
wishin i could fake my death-i can only take my breath
thats why i stay in check-and nows my chance to end
i need a hand-indeed im stranded and damned
::sean fell givin him aimless stares::
it was the same man he saw in the mirror
on he goes-sean rolled fuck the john does
and those cop ho's ill run away-im takin a long stroll
CHORUS x3
Verse 1:
HAHA checkin the scenery demon imagery of a man
lost and lingering frosted and hem-rejjing-
eyes always red from the sarenghettti heat
a medly of death and defeat-kidnappin is part of the plan
so they jump started a van-barelled into garbage cans
grabbed a startled man walkin empty handed
ok sean this is what the plan is
introducin the dynamic duo
2 friends in a pseudo-with guns-
how many? ::who knows!::
(((fuck this old fool)))
make him eat poisoned toad stools
seriously sean he'll be totally gone
we'll be nobodies mowin some lawn
fuck it lets make an escape
slit his throat hes dead weight
get yoour head straight! gotta be cautious
make sure hes dead fuck his esophagous
punch 'im 'till hes coughin shit!
not speaking metaphorically
his eyes rolled in the scorchin heat
Chorus x2
were killin john doe
were killin john doe
knife to his throat
killin john doe
no remorse killin john doe
Verse 2:
please dont yell-its swellin my brain-
i fuckin fell!
gat to the throat chokin and ropin this cat when he spoke
((((poke poke--i think hes dead))))))
fuck it im makin sure!
chop off his head!-
(((((but dave))))))
::::What!!?:::
(((((((its filled with lead)))))))
instantly on guard we heard a rustlin in the bushes
duckin shots they just miss!-fuck this--were out and bounced
walked the town for about an hour got drunk sour
pissed red and climbed a tower-devoured the powder
the musics louder
(((((what music dave!?))))))
you're a useless plague! get outta my face
the cops are all over the place
((((but dave wait!)))))
fuck it i already stayed late
this pavement awaits-id rather die like this
than shells of an AK-fuck the straight away
put a liver on lay away-ive prayed all day
hopin for this moment to come and its done
the moment of truth lies in this plunge
CHORUS x2
Verse 3:
(((((((dave think about it--really--are you that tragic?
fuck a casket-))))))
::sean im an ex con fuck bein stepped on
ill get caught with a bottle of schaups
and go bottom last from the top-what the fuck are you on?
(((((((clear skies sunny days with the blues on)))))
fuck gettin shot at a stool sean
i got hawaii dreams-scenes in my mind painted and rhymed
stained with the times of smiles and chimes
this style is mine-fuck it im gonna end it
this game is too eccentric fuck a lesson
all your tests, regrets, bets, and fake checks
just stay pressed--but me? ive stayed a mess
wishin i could fake my death-i can only take my breath
thats why i stay in check-and nows my chance to end
i need a hand-indeed im stranded and damned
::sean fell givin him aimless stares::
it was the same man he saw in the mirror
on he goes-sean rolled fuck the john does
and those cop ho's ill run away-im takin a long stroll
CHORUS x3
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