The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
I was a very angry fifteen year old, and for some wierd reason, the neurons under construction in my still-developing brain just heard these lyrics this way. It's not like I have any relatives in the Irish mob or I listen to gangsta rap, so I don't know how or why I turned this into a song about drive-by shootings!
Needless to say, I recently made fun of my own faux-pas by using the title "A Slaying Song Tonight" for a "Road to Perdition" fanfiction featuring Harlen "The Reporter" Maguire, a very black comedy set at Christmas (of course!).
5/8/2003 7:02 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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