Blasphemy

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Jonathan Thomas French

Jonathan Thomas French is a musical artist known for his soulful vocals and heartfelt songwriting. With a blend of pop, R&B, and folk influences, he creates melodic and emotionally resonant music. Jonathan's music often explores themes of love, self-reflection, and personal growth, connecting with listeners on a deep level. His honest lyrics and soul-stirring performances make his music a captivating and memorable experience. more »

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This is my introduction
Imma start it off by saying something
That might come off as insane
The world’s got a problem
And i think it’s
A lack of a brain
Tell me why kids want to be so rude
And they insult people over Keyboards
And still joke about Jews
It’s lewd
And it’s mother fucking Crude
I’m telling you
Because they get all sexual and think It’s cool to thrust out their genitals
When it’s inevitable they would Never be anything more than a Downright embarrassing spectacle
Calling people Incels, scrubs, losers, And faggots. Coming from
The mouths of maggots calling People out for being of status
That sets them far above the rest
But it doesn’t matter when everybody Thinks that they’re the best
So, let’s break it down
For those in the back
The attack of a black storm
Cloud is in fact
The best thing
You kids these days lack
You can cry all you want, but you Should go back to the amniotic sac
Pay attention, motherfucker
Here’s the hook
Because It’s time
To put this country back in Contention
Don’t worry about the way
That’s everybody says that goodness Has gone astray
Cause at the end of the day, the game We all play, isn’t cheatable
It’s feasible that it’s okay being gay
But, shit, What do I even know
I know The value of money, silver, Integrity, and gold
Has dropped into hell below
Below the bar that we have set so low
This world’s in need of a villain that God has sent to be shown
I say, you say
It’s okay, Right
Don’t worry about a single thing
Anyway
Because at the end of the day
We’re all gonna die
Right
Wrong
This life is just the second stage of The way we live in this universe, and This verse is proof that Gucci, Music, And 500 dollar purses need a sadistic Brain surgeon to sever their organs
Kill it
Seal it in the ground
Measure 6 feet
And then stomp all around
Even then, they’ll still be trying to Make you frown and put you down
Eh-eh
Even then, they’ll still be trying to Make you frown and put you down
I’m the king of seeing
The shit that you are
Don’t worry
I’m about to break it down in bars
I’m the king of seeing
The shit that you are
Kill it
Seal it in the ground six feet down
Even then, they’ll still be trying to Make you frown and put you down
I’m about to break it down
In bars from Mars
Don’t worry about the way
That everybody says that goodness Has gone astray
Cause at the end of the day, the game We all play, isn’t cheatable
It’s feasible that it’s okay being gay
But, shit, What do I even know
I know The value of money, silver, Integrity and gold
Has dropped into hell below
Below the bar that we have set so low
This world’s in need of a villain that God has sent to be shown
So, hey
Look my way
I’m the one that’ll get you through
The one and only
Lebowski that’s about
The normal Dudes
Who are almost killing themselves
Simply just to provide
For their family
And me and you too
So, hi
I’m the man that’s devised a plan
To reap the grim reaper
Who is the damn epitome of what I’ve been saying
So, one more time
For even those in the front
Let’s make another verse
Just outta Fun
You said this
I said that
This isn’t just a rap
It’s a plan to attack
The lack of tact
That runs down the back
Of the slap mouth bitches that
Really aren’t anything but wack
like a fucking hacky sack
And I’ve been through
The worst of the worst
And The best of the best
And I’ve had people figuratively stab Me in the chest
Yet, my heart’s still beating
To this beat
That’s an achievement
And a feat
All you phony motherfuckers
Just got put in your seat
So, bye, bye
Remember this guy, guy
That You don’t fly by
And remember You’re not sly, sly
And I’m onto you
And I’ll put you through
The hell real fighters
Go through
Then we’ll see
Who the real villains are
When the time
Comes to raise the bar
So, consider this formal death for you
It’s no longer a mother-clucking Show for you
The credits are rolling, next up is Something new
You’re not the one who deserves the Crown
So get the f*ck out
I hope that was a good introduction
Cause honestly, if you didn’t keep up With that
Then the rest of it isn’t for you

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