[Season One Champ] Week 24 - Week 25 nO gOoD!

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  1. Tacky Jones

    Tacky Jones www.TaCsmassivecock.gov

    Feb 25, 2008
    Week 24 vs ErykahCaine

    You go to church for the first time in a long time.. you sit down to have people pray for you and the demon inside of you show its self.

    What happens next?

    Listen along while you read - SoundClick artist: Dove Dozer - Dove Dozer, new school, positive vibes.

    I added a pitch change to the voice of the priest.. he sounds mean, lol.


    I awoke this Sunday morning compelled to seek the lord.
    I've took the hard route; no doubt I roll in the weakest ford
    pickup truck, it looks as rough as some do.
    As I arrived at the church, I headed for the front pew,
    The priest starts to speak, the lessons begin.
    Suddenly I'm feelin weak, dripping sweat from my chin.
    I twist, turn and writhe, my back is crackin' loud.
    A demon exits my side in the form of the blackest cloud.

    It says, "I'm here to claim the sick, the weak, and feeble,
    There's NO way this church is gonna rid the streets of evil.
    See this man? He's done wrong, I know he fell quickly.
    So it's my turn to step in, he's goin to hell with me."
    people at the service cried and stood in shock.
    One man, who was nervous, tried but couldn't talk.
    This was the authentic sighting of a poltergeist,
    It appeared quick as lightening, but was cold as ice.

    A priest stepped in and started speaking in tongues
    "O seet wekt in mend lotted meathen min fongs,
    You’re weak in spirit, demon you have no place here!
    This is a man of god, and you can bet he’s faced fear.
    He’s overcome his obstacles, done the impossible,
    It’s probable the house of the lord, will topple you.
    We’ll start at the streets; banish the mark of the beast.
    The word of god will cut you, like a shark and his teeth."

    I got up, the demon vanished, god’s light was flashing in
    the church, But I had a feeling that he'd be back again.
    Everyone was gathered, the expression was on their face
    that they had just learned.... a lesson from my disgrace.
    The priest said “I think its time we talked and you confess
    your sins because it seems that a lot is on your chest."
    I said "that’s right, I've had to battle the beast in my youth"
    "Fair enough, let’s talk about it, have a seat in my booth"

    on with the service, people praised the holy one.
    Knowing that the demon wouldn't slay his only son.
    As it carried on, disrupted from the chitter chatter.
    These people seemed to fear me, but it didn't matter.
    I was coming clean now, it was hard to speak it
    I was telling this father about my darkest secret
    "I doubt I'll ever reach the pearly heavenly gates,
    I committed my first murder early Seventy Eight.

    Now it's Ninety-One, and I've foiled the smartest cops,
    with every single murder, blood boils. It’s hard to stop.
    I'm sick in the head, and I'm fucked in the brain.
    So witness the dread, and say I'm nuts and insane.
    I can't kill anymore, it’s consuming my life.
    I almost wanna get caught, and end this movement of fright.
    Thanks for listening father, I feel you’ve left me calmer."
    "It’s my pleasure, my child. I'll see you soon Jeffrey Dahmer

    nO gOoD! Wins 7-0
  2. Tacky Jones

    Tacky Jones www.TaCsmassivecock.gov

    Feb 25, 2008
    Week 25 vs Born Deaf

    "The Heartbreak ride's for free"

    My heart rides the lonely train of tepid torment,
    and these wheels have always led me towards end,
    forcing me to jump off toward the craziest plight.
    So walk a mile in my shoes. Live a day in my life.

    As I ride this train thinkin deeply, it’s taking me back.
    The intoxicating rhythmic motion has a place on the tracks.
    I ponder thoughts; scratch my head while pacing the facts,
    That at one time I had been a sheep and his face was black.
    Like this lonely locomotive, I have bin an outcast.
    It’s slow as snails, but I own the rails and live to outlast
    The winding track I travel on is full of twists and turns
    My mind is back in Babylon, because I didn’t learn.
    I sit and squirm, uncomfortable with the pace of this ride,
    Ready to hop off, walk away and take it in stride
    Some days I’m at the point I wanna yell inside,
    And leave this bullet on rails, and run to hell and hide.
    But I can’t run away just for a time to start fresh,
    And I can’t run away when someone finds I’m heartless.
    I struggle now through ups and downs – ride with a purpose.
    I hustle proud I’m underground – but I’m alive on the surface.
    The train rattles and creaks, through all the sadness and grief.
    But it’s cool I spit a verse with Erykahcaine in the passenger’s seat.

    My heart has rode the lonely train over the years,
    so my mind is off track with the oldest of fears
    It’s hard, being the man my composure conceals.
    when this free ride is led on motionless wheels.
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    Born Deaf wins 5-0
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