Why They Call Me Tommy

Yo, it's PuKe King. Yo this Why They Call Me King Tommy If you wanna check out my shit: Facebook.com/pukekingmusic Youtube.com/pukekingmusic, Twitter.com/pukekingmusic Yo, and I got tumblr too I ain't religious in the slightest, in fact I'm a nihilist I hate life, kids, trees, dogs, cats and mice which Means I spend my life just looking for a smiting To prove me I'm wrong, "Hey Gods y'all invited!" All of them, I'm hedging bets like a garden convention But I feel I'm bopping head in a teacher-less detention Where's the vengeance? Y'all pussified your Gods huh? Then lie when caught fucking kids in the alters Just repent for being bent and bending little Eric Over benches and pews and screwing up his head, pricks Even Stevens cos y'all believe in a God that I don't? Call me Joseph Smith and peep the script I wrote I mean 'deciphered' from idols that'll be gone soon Like Anubis and Isis, chilling in God tombs I wanna believe in the Holy, I feel it would heal me But my holes are no go zones so no preacher's gonna feel me Fuck your life I don't mean intercourse I mean it of course I'm as mean as that course In Germany that kills people in scores I'mma score my lore into foreskins of foes With fiendish deep force I'mma reach in their pores Breach in their cores and defeat them in fours 'Til their whores call me "Sick Whip" like I drove in Porsches With emo kids doors, tyres screaming 'til they're course I'm a beast when released on the peaceful, they're deed Like an underage drinker, like I at fifteen Like I am a liege I mean Legend but see Since fifteen I've been sick, beat me? Unlikely When released on a foe I go toe-to-toe with giants Defiant when I'm faced with tigers, bears or lions Am I lying? Hardly likely, I don't sleep much I'm wired Never tire, never falter, never fall call me sire The 'zades on the table and I'm covered up in cables But I ain't making shit, seems my mind ain't been able {Sample from Kanye West's Monster} Holding triggers to me, they're not wicks so we'll see How you light up your own life while I find MCs Worth PuKe's time, like I'm so-so conceited Like I'm so-so, please, you feel so-so cheated Cos Sick's so-so lethal don't fuck with that teen please I'm running away to keep blood from being bleed-ed Bled, use head not heart if you wanna keep it beating Cos like vomit with fist you don't really wanna beat Sick Cos I hear revenge is sweet, I got a taste for it sucker And I'm a greedy fat fuck, check my buckle fucker Want that sticky shit that glistens in the summer Dries up in the fall and fades away to dust, uh 'Til dawn I yawn at these corny attempts At my throne, am I thrown when I stay at my friend's? Hardly ever, I mean never, even when I left You fannies cannot harm me, even in my death