Don't take this as me thinking I'm some kind of bad ass or anything like that... I wrote this because I got pulled over last night, got a DUI.. AGAIN.. and I'm pissed... I want to kill some cops, who cares if I'm white and from the burbs?
desperate measures can fuck up your reasonable times
let me tell you the story about how I came to find
this to be truth, no excuses, just cold and hard fact
it happened halloween 2006, it's hard to look back
upon that night, that night, oh that motherfucking night
I don't think that it will ever rub me right...
at first it was so tight, me in my angelic stance
white sweater, white pants, and some fiery romance
I chanced a kiss I guess, at least that's what she tells me
I didn't get it, but the hugs were good enough to melt me
all the boys were kickin it, a few girlies for their sides
enough liq to sip us sick, too much liq for me to drive
but I did it anyway...
keys... ignition... clutch... reverse... hit the road
left turn onto sheridan, windows up because it's cold
2pac for the flows, around here we still hold him dear
Nothing to lose! how ironic.. let me paint the picture clear
I couldn't steer for shit, bobbin and weavin like a boxxer
left lane, right lane, I layed it out plain for the officer
"Sir, I'm fucking drunk... No need for me to be takin the test"
He just wouldn't let it rest, unimpressed by the way that I stressed
the point that I wasn't drivin', it was a friend of a friend
he offered up his services because I was seein in tens...
"Where's this guy at then?" The mighty officer asked
I said.. "The ass got gassed, took off right after we crashed.."
an unlikely story, it didn't pass, quickly cuffed up my hands
I was as guilty as innocense, but he was fuckin up my plans
So I slammed my damn fingers right into the fuckers belt
whipped out his millimeter, quickly licked off a shell
man, I was drunk, I admit it, my thought patterns were foggy
but it was freakin beautiful what I did with his body
I can't be rotting in maximum, I'm too short and too skinny
so I dragged him from the street to where the waters were movin swiftly
I took a rock from the rivers edge, and sharpened IT'S edge
it was a bloody mess, took me ten minutes to get off his head
moved to the arms and legs, dear lord it was a nasty procedure
took his uniform, and cut from him any and all identifiable features
took a breather, I was fevered, bloodlusted and lost in the onslaught
took a look at the car, made sure it was still in the parking lot
got back to business, lookin for witnesses, I never found one
in love with the sickness of it, startin diggin the ground up
bury a limb here, a limb there, smash the dental records null and void
morbid as it is, I won't lie... the shit was enjoyed
I took pleasure in dismembering the filthy swine
in love with my crime, I musta lost track of time
until I heard...
sirens wailing, my face pailing, I just about lost my nerve
I'll die if I serve prison time, I'm just a white boy from the burbs
words can't describe the feelings I felt inside, it's like then I died
heard a loudspeaker crackle out.. "Timothy Dodge, we'll take you dead or alive!"
I still had the nine, my mind was now putting together the pieces
He musta radioed the precinct, then they radio'd back and he wasn't recieving
the lone cop that came for backup, played catch up with the scenario
found an empty casing, no officer, couldn't figure out where we'd go
musta heard me working dirt, How could I have been so absurdly loud?!
I WASN'T THINKING! and it seems that they've got me surrounded now...
my mind flitters back to 2pac, nothing to lose, I bust out two shots
a cop drops, it's too cold and too hot, they buck back.. Time to get got
I spot one running from the left, another one running from the right
I impress the trigger, the first hits lefts chest, with the second he loses life
12 shots left, my hearts darker than the night as I let the shots fly
cops die one after the other, I could almost hear their momma's cry
a bullet slides through my pull-up, my trigger, I pull it.. the bloods sticky
my fingers caress the deathbringer, with targets I'm not that picky
then one hits me, two hits me, three hits me, I'm going down
another round lodges itself in my shoulder before I even hit the ground
I've got one shot left, it's my shot, and it's fucking precious
the moral of the story is, nothing's sweeter than your own death is...
I'll edit in links within 24 hours...
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Originally Posted by ..IllThoughtZ..
