On a sun-bleached white-bread American morn, I rise to reach for the money & the sweet life that I can see on my forty-two inch, plasma TV. Got a big car, Thirty-five gallons-per-mile, turn on the rock n roll radio Gonna drive till the ozone-later is a memory, of days gone by. I like my women scantily clad, with doubtful moral character. If parts are filled with silicone, I dont care, if I get to touch em! Dont know exactly how many Ive had. I lost count about a decade ago. I like em dressed all fancy with heels and skirts and hair and makeup! Its the littlest, everyday things that make this life worth living. Im just having some fun, but then you say: Im the ultimate- Infidel! Im the son of a decadent culture in the Western World. Lets party! Im the consummate- Unbeliever! And I will never give up, never gonna give in, just try me! Im the Ultimate! I do, on occasion, like to get bombed, but Ive never blown a car up. Id never cut nobodys head off. That just seems like a messy way of doin things. Got a friend whos got a pretty cool pipe, but he only fills it with leaves. Itll blow your mind, but it doesnt explode & send nails n shrapnel flying! Were as different as Night and Day, but thats just cuz Ive never killed anybody! But somehow in your mind, Im the one to blame! Im the Ultimate- Infidel! Not a part of your cowering band of senseless thugs, not buying! Im the consummate- Unbeliever! And theres a million more out there just like me. Guess youd better run home crying... Produced by: I MICHAEL Engineered by: I MICHAEL & Chino
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 01:02:49 +0000
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