Lyrics for: "Spite" by James Pope

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  Spite by The James Pope
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Could you in a second ingest meth,
and the next just not do it?
Not want it or need it or have any desire to use it?


I fuckin' doubt it, but for some reason you seem to tout this,
high moral caliber that demands so much clout.
When you can barely rile the mild lifestyle addictions you've inducted
into your pathetic existence. Who'd a thunk it? You done fucked it.

But I'm an abomination?
In the Obama nation.
So don't be fuckin' hatin',
I already find you irritatin'.
Speakin' in tongues.
Say what you want,
all I hear is Satan.
I can see the future,
my vision is as clear as pavement.
And my behavioral patterns
are simply not okay with society.
So they're gonna try to put me away,
and lie to me. And say that I'm too high to see,
clearly see the plight of me.
And half of you just might agree,
like, "Fuck it, throw away the key.
He I do not wanna see. Trying to ignore his ass
but everywhere, like there he is,
so fuck it, kill the heretic.
Kill the kill the heretic.
You psuedo-intellectuals make my fucking stomach turn,
I'm fucking sick.

But one day you might be able to pay me spite,
right to my face, and be like, "James I hate you, die!"
Oh I hope it happens, and I'll be sittin' back clappin'
for you having the first confrontation that you haven't typed.

And for those, who wanna act like I just never existed,
just know, that by me you have also been shit-listed.
Like motherfucker, I know you see me,
and you best believe me, that today I will blow up,
and I will be right on your TV,
and I will be seething with spite like the Beelzebub demon.
I mean it. I'm meaner than the diseases that you find on your penis.
I will infect your mind, see my fucking face while you're dreamin',
and I'll leave you terrified. Have you wake up panting and screaming.
You'll need an exorcist to rid yourself of this devilish semen,
festering in your being. There will be no begging or pleaing.
Because I'm a danger, right?
At least that's how they want you to see me, through their eyes,
a denominator of the lowest commons is how I'm described.
Ah, c'est la vie. To the mass of critics, at least I am a live,
and not a heart palpitation away from my own demise.
So look into my eyes, and answer before you blow up with pride;

Could you in a second ingest meth, and the next just not do it?
Without going on YouTube, crying about how you blew it?
Or having a fucking heart attack cause you're too old to consume it?
Yeah could ya do it?