TRPastiche: Heisman to Hell (JOATMON)

Ain't no Vicodin for heart ache

p Running with the truth

White Bronco for the car chase

Absence of evidence is the evidence of absence

Sole witness to the presence of my present for they asses

Whats a crime without passion?

Especially when the passion is crime-She's mine Motherfucker!

I bought them panties you ripped off,

Makeup you messed up-You kissed death when you kissed her

Nicole…

I don't remember our first kiss

But I remember last ones, each one a special gift

I knew what I had, but you didn't know that I had it

Stolen by this nigga covered in blood and one of your fake eyelashes

Tragic? Bitch Please! You didn't suffer nan

I am a MotherKiller, instead of a MotherFucker now

You had kids by me, but you don't want a brother now?

Left him dead at the door, and dared him to say he loved her now

Man I wonder who's the owner of this glove I found?

The tragedy is that I gotta live knowing that I failed

For the first time in my life, and I can't let that ship sail

I hope to end up where your eyes land

But now death to me is jail

It all started with a Heisman

It all ended up in Hell

....strike the pose...

...pull the gun away from your head...

TRPastiche