dbc-pierre

Boy you really missed the boat. I__l make it simple, so__ even fuckin you can understand. Papa God growed us up till we could wear long pants; then he licensed his name to dollar bills, left some car keys on the table, and got the fuck outta town_. Water rushes to his eye-holes. __on__ be lookin up at no sky for help. Look down here, at us twisted dreamers_. He takes hold of my shoulders, spins me around, and punches me towards the mirror on the wall. __ou__e the God. Take responsibility. Exercise your power