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letra de i could never - insane clown posse

[intro: violent j]
it’s gotta be tough, man. being god?
being god, man? that sh-t is hard, i imagine
the responsibility? to be god?
get the f-ck outta here [laughs]

[verse 1: violent j]
first of all, imagine never being surprised
picture that for a second
nothing unexpected. no “holy f-ck, that’s my favorite record”
no lucky breaks, scoring the rarest sh-t in your collection
f-cking millions of hotties with no need for protection
you’re mr. know-it-all. you f-cking own them all
you can let go and fall. you f-cking float, is all
the finest hoes, you saw. v-g-n-s, you rode ‘em all
line up and explode them all, pins to a bowling ball
but it must be h-lla boring. no challenge ain’t rewarding
if winning was a given, son, what you’ve won: unimportant
if success if automatic, where’s the magic when you own it?
there’s no sport when you resort to all sorts of [?] with no opponent
i sorta feel sorry for god. it’s probably odd throwing lighting rods
at people, p-ssed, cursing, like they’re the better person for the job
without a shoulder to lean on. no one to hold ya, ‘cause they peons
nowhere to go, ‘cause you’re way too big for this floating boulder that we on
here for eons, fighting traitors, demons, devils, and hatin’
it seems when trouble’s our way in, they beam up, double the prayin’
we’re talking sticky notes galore of who needs what and what for
cure the sick, feed the poor, then they’re like, “thanks, but we need more”
don’t put my baby [?]. protect my son; he’s gone to war
help my dad; his back is sore. keeping track is [?] sure, but
thirty mill’ a day or more, plus watching us and keeping score
that earthquake in ecuador, was it him? we don’t know for sure

[chorus]
too much power (too much pressure)
much too holy (no one’s fresher)
i could never be god (i could never be god)
i could never be god (i could never be god)
he’s too needed (too elevated)
too forgiving (no one’s greater)
i could never be god (i could never be god)
i could never be god (i could never be god)

[verse 2: violent j]
why you tripping? everything is in his plan
some sh-t, don’t no one understand
how do we know that’s true? ‘cause back in 1422, pakistan
he told us. it’s written in the scriptures. not in words, pictures
right there it is, in the pyramids, in the shadows when the sun eclipses
and they say he’s everywhere, even on the court when you’re hoopin’
but if you try p-ssing him the ball, of course, you’re f-cking stupid
is he here with me right now, even in the booth thing?
is he sitting on your lap when you’re p–ping? maybe
he was probably bored out of his mind before he made the planet
just f-cking floating in the dark, probably couldn’t stand it
then he planned it, kind of his own ant farm. it’s what he deserves
he can observe us, swerve us, and serve us, unnerve us, curving his nerves
perfect, servants, if we’re jerks, he can hurt us
insert us, have some fun, and when we’re done, murk us
on purpose, his purpose, to work us, dodge serpents
revert us to the bling kingdom’s circus, it’s worth this when curtains
you’ve heard this in churches
or, for eternity:
you burnin’ with vermin. it hurts, and you squirmin’
(whew) forever’s a h-ll of a time to be churnin’
concerned, you thought heaven awaits, but saw the reddest of gates
now you stressin’ with intestines infected with snakes
he gave you a heart and a brain and everything you need to beat him
but there you are, slithering and centipeding. shame

[verse 3: violent j]
god don’t got no posse, or pose for paparazzi
he don’t leave after parties in fleets of bugattis
he’s so d-mn introverted, if he spoke, no one heard it
it’s absurd how cool this fool be schoolin’ his service
when he first got the gig, though, was he still just a kid?
who the f-ck hired him, though? someone hidden in a pyramid?
all his responsibilities and insane abilities
he’ll blow the wind and spill the seas all while still chillin’ with me
he’s k!lling me, you feelin’ me? what’s the real deal? start tellin’ me
but still, this sh-t seem, i feel his love instilled in me
thrillin’ me, it be ill with that sk!ll in his will
the whole deal, but on the real, i don’t fill the build, if you will
too many pills, so hey, i guess i gotta say: nope!
ha ha ha! yo, maybe go try the pope
if i did, though, i would most definitely throw a lightning bolt
at them mother f-cking creatures who grope little kids

- insane clown posse

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