Friday, April 1, 2011

Santa Monica Hell Lyrics

Walking with the crowd.

That's all brainwashed and loud.

And doesn't have a cloud.

Of consciousness around them.

Yeah.

Seeing this grandfather drinking shots of vodka around his granddaughter.

Mother fucker don't care, he's smiling at his granddaughter while he drinks shots as he stares.

Stares at his daughter.

This Nigga don't get it.

His daughter doesn't either.

Because while I was walking this day in Santa Monica.

This asshole's daughter was drinking wine around her daughter as well.

I see this and want to yell!

Yell in the face of these so called ''Parents'' and ''Grandparents'' which cause nothing but hell.

As they destroy their children's and grandchildren's futures more and more I want to use some kind of spell.

Spell to get these mother fuckers in-slaved for what they are doing to these kids.

Santa Monica Hell.

Traffic, gangs and thief's as well.

Sant Monica Hell.

Performers and pan-handlers too.

Yet they think they're so cool.

Santa Monica Hell.

All they do is sell, sell, sell.

Sell their souls to the devil himself.

Santa Monica Hell.

Alcohol and bars everywhere, everywhere they can ''Sell''.

Santa Monica Hell.

Hundreds of people walking past me.

Yet none of them can see.

Be it asian, black, or white.

None of them get the point of wrong from right.

Rich Japanse couple walking past me.

As they choose the illusion of things that cost a lot of money.

They will never tell the difference between illusion and reality.

Santa Monica Hell.

GangBangers waiting outside of some scummy bar.

As me and my dad keep close and protect our car.

They seem pretty deadly and dangerous.

Vicious and serious.

Santa Monica Hell.

Where does the insanity end?

Santa Monica Hell.

Like a ringing bell.

That never stops.

So does Santa Monica.

Santa Monica Hell.

See some conscious people, but hardly enough which ain't that swell.

Santa Monica Hell.

Top tips for L.A. and Santa Monica Are.

Watch out for parking tickets, keep all of your valuable things hidden, watch out for pick-pockets, GangBangers, thief's, pan-handlers and drunks.

Who smell like a bunch of stinky skunks.

And are nothing but a bunch of punks.

Santa Monica Hell.

Santa Monica Hell.

Unless you get good money it ain't that swell.

Santa Monica Hell.

Santa Monica Hell.

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