Ted Roe - Screwtape's 7 lyrics

"The greatest trick The Devil ever pulled is convincing n***as he didn't exist..." I call this Screwtape's 7 So as this thunderstorm brewed, I had a night vision, mind prism Saw how wealth obtained could become my prison, I listened To the conversation as it carried along The subject of debate, how to entice me to wrong And sacrifice me to harm, in pursuit of things I might try Guaranteed success, showed me all the things I might buy Darker than the night sky, yet clear his intent Shook my hand and uttered Screwtape, tempter of men Said "I'm here to be friends. Life is all about pleasure We all die alone and these deeds have no measure Charity or Treasure, cuz the s**ers are f**ed You're better off to take the pennies and just double them up Ponder over all your pain, life is trouble enough There's real evil in society, no justice for us Have you ever read 'The Giver'? Better take, it's not delivered Choose to aim and hold the quiver Or you'll bleed and hold your liver!" As I quizzed him on this theory he was pressing me for I realized he was a pimp, because he came with 7 who*es The epiphany for me, I'd lived 5 and a score With blind eyes to indulgence, this is why I was bored My mind hit the floor, no exit sign, can't run to the door Like I'm Jonah in the ocean and I'm swimming to shore They circled me tough, I'm strokin, but ain't strokin' enough It was Gluttony and Sloth, the first two to step up Sloth had blueberry skunk, sparked one, said "Puff It" Gluttony had surf & turf, pasta by the buckets Everything I love, and all the trimmings, never ending Felt the f** it and the itis come with Avarice and Envy Pouring horns of plenty that were bleeding out cash With Envy in my ear, talking bout a lick that she had Vanity pierced my sanity, in the right ear she said it "A genuis of your status is entitled to his fetish" Lust was bucknaked, rose up out a mound of cash... In my lap, grinding a**, undoing my pants Enchanted in a trance, now the whale had swallowed me 6 Feet Deep, and I swore somebody'd followed me A female from the Halloweens I have in my sleep Night terror, right there with this arsenal for me Saying "Baby, get those enemies, duct-tape and some rope Wrath with a hollow point'll turn his brains into yolk" I must be trippin' from that smoke, Sloth's sativa's no joke I choked in the beast's belly, felt the evil swarming on me But as the truth crept thru, I saw The Swamp as an Army With the burden riding on me to progress and cope I must avoid self-destruction, so I anchor to hope I'm still a man like any other, mess around from time to time But if you live with more than 2, you're prolly out your f**in' mind