Porch Lights brighten the desolate trash succumbing all of it's surroundings. Illuminating an enormous collection of bottles and milk jugs. Showing how years of humidity can certainly leave a foul unpasteurized ooze that slobbered across all ye can see. Only a scantily pristine uncorrupted path that lead up to the should-be abandoned house remained as the camera follows the path leading up to a door frame including the stereotype with an absent door.
Kevin Black hops out from the shadows inside the house lighting up his cowboy hat and farmer jeans. With no shirt on his pale skin creates an irritating reflection that the camera is forced to work around. Ganja smoke saps out the house revealing his cigar sized blunt filled with fresh B.C ganja so fresh the only way he could spark it is with a shitload of hash. Hash that he can't afford to smoke so willy nilly.
Kevin with an intense look in his bloodshot eyes stares into the camera tilting his head
Welcome to my lair.
Kevin smirks without a care.
The way It is, this or the electric chair. Hold my hands fair and whisper from the book of common prayer. Between me and the lord's prayer i'm stuck in a love affair. One day i'm her teddy bear watching her play solitaire, eating at me thoughts of being a millionaire. laughing cause she's unaware of my wear and tear. Flash into a grizzly bear, raging, while i'm swagging all debonair, uh, get ready Impact Wrestling Federation, dehydration leading up to my deportation, uh, your contract termination is my recommendation, more then just a fascination. UH, i'll be there to beat you an inspirational illustration, receive my foot in yo ass as a consolation, time to run into isolation, don't get sad i'll give you visitation. UH, I'm through my transformation, time to mark the jubilation ya'll might have to get some motivation, go call the police station, or ya gotta line up and join the orchestration, yeah that's your situation sorry to be the cause of your devastation.
Kevin is here, It's time to shed a tear true what you overhear, Sorry guy yo time to disappear. Don't be there when I draw near, and don't try to reappear i'll play yo strings cause i am the ultimate puppeteer.
Kevin slaps at the camera knocking it out of his hands and onto the ground. As the camera stumbles into the garbage muffling his howling. Kevin acknowledges that he's a white boy street thug crawling into the pro wrestling federation, but with several cards up his sleeve. Kevin won't shut up and he's determined to go from the bottom to the top, real fast cause the motherfucker needs his money and the IWF is the perfect way to get mo money and to get mo respect.
boredzKevin Black hops out from the shadows inside the house lighting up his cowboy hat and farmer jeans. With no shirt on his pale skin creates an irritating reflection that the camera is forced to work around. Ganja smoke saps out the house revealing his cigar sized blunt filled with fresh B.C ganja so fresh the only way he could spark it is with a shitload of hash. Hash that he can't afford to smoke so willy nilly.
Kevin with an intense look in his bloodshot eyes stares into the camera tilting his head
Welcome to my lair.
Kevin smirks without a care.
The way It is, this or the electric chair. Hold my hands fair and whisper from the book of common prayer. Between me and the lord's prayer i'm stuck in a love affair. One day i'm her teddy bear watching her play solitaire, eating at me thoughts of being a millionaire. laughing cause she's unaware of my wear and tear. Flash into a grizzly bear, raging, while i'm swagging all debonair, uh, get ready Impact Wrestling Federation, dehydration leading up to my deportation, uh, your contract termination is my recommendation, more then just a fascination. UH, i'll be there to beat you an inspirational illustration, receive my foot in yo ass as a consolation, time to run into isolation, don't get sad i'll give you visitation. UH, I'm through my transformation, time to mark the jubilation ya'll might have to get some motivation, go call the police station, or ya gotta line up and join the orchestration, yeah that's your situation sorry to be the cause of your devastation.
Kevin is here, It's time to shed a tear true what you overhear, Sorry guy yo time to disappear. Don't be there when I draw near, and don't try to reappear i'll play yo strings cause i am the ultimate puppeteer.
Kevin slaps at the camera knocking it out of his hands and onto the ground. As the camera stumbles into the garbage muffling his howling. Kevin acknowledges that he's a white boy street thug crawling into the pro wrestling federation, but with several cards up his sleeve. Kevin won't shut up and he's determined to go from the bottom to the top, real fast cause the motherfucker needs his money and the IWF is the perfect way to get mo money and to get mo respect.