I Could Never - Insane Clown Posse

It’s gotta be tough, man.

Being God?

Being God, man?

That shit is hard, I imagine

The responsibility?

To be God?

Get the fuck outta here

First of all, imagine never being surprised

Picture that for a second

Nothing unexpected.

No «Holy fuck, that’s my favorite record»

No lucky breaks, scoring the rarest shit in your collection

Fucking millions of hotties with no need for protection

You’re Mr. Know-it-all.

You fucking own them all

You can let go and fall.

You fucking float, is all

The finest hoes, you saw.

Vaginas, you rode 'em all

Line up and explode them all, pins to a bowling ball

But it must be hella boring.

No challenge ain’t rewarding

If winning was a given, son, what you’ve won: unimportant

If success if automatic, where’s the magic when you own it?

There’s no sport when you resort to all sorts of with no opponent

I sorta feel sorry for God.

It’s probably odd throwing lighting rods

At people, pissed, cursing, like they’re the better person for the job

Without a shoulder to lean on.

No one to hold ya, 'cause they peons

Nowhere to go, 'cause you’re way too big for this floating boulder that we on

Here for eons, fighting traitors, demons, devils, and hatin'

It seems when trouble’s our way in, they beam up, double the prayin'

We’re talking sticky notes galore of who needs what and what for

Cure the sick, feed the poor, then they’re like, «thanks, but we need more»

Don’t put my baby.

Protect my son;

he’s gone to war

Help my dad;

his back is sore.

Keeping track is sure, but

Thirty mill' a day or more, plus watching us and keeping score

That earthquake in Ecuador, was it Him?

We don’t know for sure

Too much power (too much pressure)

Much too holy (No one’s fresher)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

He’s too needed (too elevated)

Too forgiving (No one’s greater)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

Why you tripping?

Everything is in his plan

Some shit, don’t no one understand

How do we know that’s true?

'Cause back in 1422, Pakistan

He told us.

It’s written in the scriptures.

Not in words, pictures

Right there it is, in the pyramids, in the shadows when the sun eclipses

And they say He’s everywhere, even on the court when you’re hoopin'

But if you try passing Him the ball, of course, you’re fucking stupid

Is He here with me right now, even in the booth thing?

Is He sitting on your lap when you’re pooping?

Maybe

He was probably bored out of his mind before he made the planet

Just fucking floating in the dark, probably couldn’t stand it

Then he planned it, kind of His own ant farm.

It’s what He deserves

He can observe us, swerve us, and serve us, unnerve us, curving his nerves

Perfect, servants, if we’re jerks, He can hurt us

Insert us, have some fun, and when we’re done, murk us

On purpose, His purpose, to work us, dodge serpents

Revert us to the bling kingdom’s circus, it’s worth this when curtains

You’ve heard this in churches

Or, for eternity:

You burnin' with vermin.

It hurts, and you squirmin'

(Whew) Forever’s a Hell of a time to be churnin'

Concerned, you thought Heaven awaits, but saw the reddest of gates

Now you stressin' with intestines infected with snakes

He gave you a heart and a brain and everything you need to beat him

But there you are, slithering and centipeding.

Shame

Too much power (too much pressure)

Much too holy (No one’s fresher)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

He’s too needed (too elevated)

Too forgiving (No one’s greater)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

God don’t got no posse, or pose for paparazzi

He don’t leave after parties in fleets of Bugattis

He’s so damn introverted, if He spoke, no one heard it

It’s absurd how cool this fool be schoolin' His service

When He first got the gig, though, was He still just a kid?

Who the fuck hired Him, though?

Someone hidden in a pyramid?

All His responsibilities and insane abilities

He’ll blow the wind and spill the seas all while still chillin' with me

He’s killing me, you feelin' me?

What’s the real deal?

start tellin' me

But still, this shit seem, I feel His love instilled in me

Thrillin' me, it be ill with that skill in His will

The whole deal, but on the real, I don’t fill the build, if you will

Too many pills, so hey, I guess I gotta say: Nope!

Ha ha ha!

Yo, maybe go try the Pope

If I did, though, I would most definitely throw a lightning bolt

At them mother fucking creatures who grope little kids

Too much power (too much pressure)

Much too holy (No one’s fresher)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

He’s too needed (too elevated)

Too forgiving (No one’s greater)

I could never be God (I could never be God)

I could never be God (I could never)

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