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Apr 18
I’ve heard a lot about sinners
The damage that is done
I ****** up
My souls on the run
Lies?
Never told a one
I’m a saint of the hell raising kind
Always on the run
If I go to heaven
I’ll be hard to find
Screamin all the way
Pants on fire
Kicking down the The pearly gates
Dancing with the devil  on a funeral pyre
Hell has just the place
Belzabop is begging me to stay
I’ve never claimed to Believe in heaven anyway
I’m a sinner  
Trouble is my middle name
I Got skeletons in my closet
So much to say
I got Demons that like to play
My baggage is heavy
Dancing on my own grave
Life is what you make it
Or so they say
Raising hell
It’s what I do
Waking the Dead
Hanging from A noose
Easy to hate
That’s the truth
You can call me Rick
Ravishing Ricky Rude
I’m Ravishing
One bad dude
Can’t be trusted  
Gotta an ego a mile wide
And an attitude to
A Wicked smile
If you see me coming, here is what you do
You better step aside
I’m coming for you
My bridges are on fire
Burned them all
Blew them up
Spend most of my time in the county lockup
I’ll lose my life going fast
Got a death wish
I’ll kick Everyone’s ***
I live my life to the fullest
To hell and back is my motto
Got a rap sheet a mile wide for grand theft auto
Telling lies and raising  hell, YES, it’s what I do
I’m honored to be hated
To be loathed by you
If you’re having trouble with anything
Anything at all?
Please don’t hesitate, give me a call
Molotov cocktails
Cyanide
Neckties
An accidental slip and fall
It’ll look like an accident
I promise
Won’t be suspicious
I’m a professional after all
I got a reputation to uphold
The truest of bad *****
So the story goes
It’s a joke
Did you really think I’m that bad you know
I wrote these words just to get a laugh
It’s what I like to do
If I had you going and believing it too
If you believed me
The jokes on you
Shane Michael Stoops
Written by
Shane Michael Stoops  48/M/Mo Valley, IA
(48/M/Mo Valley, IA)   
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