I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger.

I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward

Hoping they bury me with ammunition, weed, and shells. Just in case...

Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

My life is in denial. And when I die, baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed many tears.