Steve-O Creep - Creepypasta#330

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Murder motha fucka
Catch a vibe
Hide
Everybody talkin
Til it's time
Die
Time after time
Time of my life
Time on my side
Ready to ride
Itchin to kill
Fiend for that bloodshed
Found em in the tool shed
Man I wonder who next
Talkin bout it
In a group text
Me
Satan
85 Sicc
That's real
Rollin a body
Like rollin a blunt
Hiding my drugs
And my guns
Up her cunt
Why he go pull a publicity stunt
Why he go missin
Like nobody want
Fuck
All these Pussy rappers
Fuck
All these fake ass gangsters
Fuck
Everyone who I said
I wouldn't
Everyone who said
I couldn't
I'm circling your house
Around midnight
Fuck nigga
I can tell you bout war
I can tell you bout hate
I can tell you bout more
Jus remember Watchu said
Cuz you gon die for it
Jus remember
Who you crossed
Cuz you gon lie
In the dirt for it
I can find a gravesite
Like a used needle
I can really show you
Why they call me 2Evil
Couple different guns
Cuzzo got that dessert Eagle
If your life a movie then
You ain't gettin no sequel
Kill em and I cut em
Put a pussy in the river
Never made a threat that I Wouldn't fuckin deliver
Everybody down cuz
Ima murder any witness
Creepin on a come up
With a motha fuckin
Quickness
You get this
This is a feeing that
Nobody wants
This is a page from
A story that haunts
Better be ready
And willin to
Leave all your feelins
And emotions behind
Fuck em I spray
I don't pray
I'm never concerned
With takin a life
How in the fuck
Could I care
When all of you
Constantly come
After mine
All of the time
Does it feel right to be
Out all Alone with the
Moon and my Breathing Corroding your mind
Because it feels right to be Standing above you
Watching your soul
Leavin your eyes
Sorry to say but
You've run out of time
Now go ahead and
Deliver a message to Satan
Tell him that
Steve-O the creep is
Arriving with plenty of
Liquor and oceans of hatred

Written by:
Steven Reese

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