Conservative Church(Rap)

Conservative Church
by Jimmy Crowley AKA Jim Shady

You Can't trust my first impression
You can't sensor my freedom of expression
Ya can't tell me how to think
The same way a priest can't prove a fucking thing
When you try to stop this rap
No one'll put up with your crap
Cause parents just hate
But kids minds they rape
To Brainwash
And Clean Polish
A "Safer" America

Where we believe bullshit
And just try to fit
With O' Reilly Factor
Where everyone's just a fucking actor
You're such a fucking hypocrite
And you don't know shit

We lie
About heaven when we die
To feel better about ourselves
Guarantee we'll be burning in hell
And priests can touch little boys
Just like their playing with toys
But I can't get on TV and say "FUCK"
Because Republicans just fucking suck
Cause I rap hardcore
it's my style
But it's okay for "Our Father"
To be a fucking pedophile

But words don't hurt
No Words don't hurt
But god damn my skin's so white
But that's alright

They say my future's bleak
Cause I look weak
So close your eyes and count to seven
When you wake up I guarantee you won't be in heaven
But you'll be in hell
and I promise
You won't be doin' so well
So you better keep quiet
Unless you wanna die
Cause Silence is Violence

You Can't tell me how to write a song
You can't tell me my religion is wrong
You can't tell me why to pray
And You can't tell me that I'm gay
Just cause I wear tight jeans
and I throw up the finger on scene
Now I hope you can see
NOT TO FUCK WITH ME

Brokenhearted Badges of Honor/Given Up/Lovee is a Crime because yur stealing hearts

Broken Hearted Badges of Honor
by Jimmy Crowley

Here's an anthem for the heartbroken
I'll wear my broken heart on my skin
Like it's some sort of badge of honor
Only tears of blood drip from my open scarred skin
This isn't just a song
This is not a poem
This is a prayer
To the goddess Aphrodite
A Death Wish
Sent to CHerubic Cupid
Make these scars fade
As you take my life away
I scratched your name
Because I love you
A fucking anthem for the brokenhearted

Given Up
by Jimmy Crowley

Here I am
Just another emo bastard
Alone in the Rain
Dealing with this pain
This is where my story begins
Searching for something pure
Something real
Something only I can feel
But that couldn't exist
Which is exactly why I'm pissed
So I'm giving up
Going after everything that I've stayed away from
SO COME ON BITCH
FUCK ME
OR FUCK OFF
I'M DONE WITH ALL OF THIS
ALL OF THIS PAIN

Lovee is a crime because yur stealing hearts
by Jimmy Crowley

You're gone
You're Happy

You're gone
I'm Miserable

You know I can't control my emotions
They're the one thing that will kill me
My heart is pounding viciously
My hands shake less steadily than normal
That's the sound my heart makes
When you make it break
I'd scar your name
In my veins
Cause you won't make me feel
Better than the wounds you left unhealed

I Fucking need you
I Fucking Love you
I'll Fucking Die without you
They say the night is darkest before the dawn
But I can't see the sunrise anytime soon
SLOWLY very Slowly
Drive your stake through my heart
Take it out very smoothly
And drive it through again



note: the reason I put all three of these in one post is because they're supposed to go together. "Lovee is a crime..." is a song and then "Brokenhearted badges..." and "Given up" are spoken word intros to it.

You Can't Trust Vampires...But You Can Trust Me

You Can't Trust Vampires...But You Can Trust Me
by Jimmy Crowley

And When the sun comes up
My skin decays away
Because the winter breeze
Won't leave me be
My eyes
That were once as crimson
As the sunset sky
Become pale like winter's snow
The Blood on my lips
Dries and becomes brown
Boiling in the sun's heat

I'm not as I appear
I'm a liar
Spike me
So I cannot hurt you

The night is our brightest time
With the moonlight as our guide
We run
With our fangs drooling saliva
We are bloodthirsy
Like cannibals, Devouring Human flesh
ripping limb from limb
eating flesh off the bone
like man eats slaughtered cattle

I'm not as I appear
I'm a liar
Spike me
So I cannot hurt you

Astronaut

Astronaut
By Jimmy Crowley
Sometimes I cry in the abyss of space.
Seal my Airlock
So I can see your face.
As I leave this dock
I think of the golden years
When we were together
With no fears
And Love forever.
I thought I'd find you in the stars.
You left me with a kiss,
But you're still so far
As I sail through this black abyss.
But I can't sleep in my space bed
Because I know that you're dead

Sing Me A Song

Sing Me A Song
by Jimmy Crowley
Sing me a time
Sing sing me a place
Sing me a rhyme
And Sing in my face
Sing about love
Sing about hate
Sing about doves
Sing to sedate
Sing through the years
Sing through me
Sing through fears
Sing just to see
Sing to give
All that you can live

So You Dream Of Becoming A Monster

So You Dream Of Becoming A Monster
by Jimmy Crowley
If my dreams die in your last breath
Then I'll keep dreaming that you're dying
Just a side effects from the crystal meth
From the pre-owned damaged dreams I'm buying
Come on join my demonic choir
And Gimme a line
So I'll forget that you're a liar
And everything'll be fine
Stop making sense
Or we'll rip out your heart
Join the parade of incest
So we'll tear you apart

I am the vampire
Setting you a fire

If we cut off your head
You'll get the death that you crave
I'll cry in your hospital bed
But laugh at your grave
You were once a lover
Then you were a whore
Now I don't love her
I don't love you anymore
Keep on doing drugs
Go on and get stoned
Cause all your hugs
Are from the heartless feelings you condoned

I Am the Vampire
Setting you a fire

"Who wants flowers
When you're dead?
Nobody" wants to wait 300 hours
To be dead

Take off all your fake up
And sing my favorite song
Put your blood in my cup
And burn your dirty thong
There's a dearth of love
And a lack of souls
In heaven above
And hell in a hole
I'll eat at your infection
So you will have to stay
I'll show you this perfection
So you cannot runaway

I am the vampire
Setting you a fire

What does Baseball Have to do with Vampires?

What does Baseball have to do with Vampires?
by Jimmy Crowley
Your demons watch me
as I sleep.
You're the vampire sucking my life out
But I have enough blood to go around.
Keep all your secrets
Cause everything's better left unsaid.
No need for lies,
Just keep your fucking mouth shut.
My dear, you're unrequited love
is as bitter as the parsley we shared.
Everytime we lied together
Means less as the hour passes by.
Beauty may lie within,
But demons are everywhere,
And I can see all of yours.

One, Two, Three and Here Goes The Martyr

One, Two, Three and Here Goes the Martyr
by Jimmy Crowley
As the sun is rising on the dawning day
We charge through the forest
Slaying Every beast in sight
Suddenly I see
A pack of Minotaurs
who challenge us to fight

Drawing Blood Covered Swords
As we scream the battle chords
Get ready for the fight
I'll be a hero tonight

Steam rises from the bodies of the fallen
in the cold dead of winter
we ride on and remember our fallen brothers
we enter the village of the enemy
Rape and pillage the barbarians
In this battle of the century

Drawing Blood Covered Swords
As we scream the battle chords
Get ready for the fight
I'll be a hero tonight
(WHOA WHOOOOOA WHOOOOOOOOA WHOA)

Swords clash
Blood flows from the armor
More bodies fall to the ground
I must claim victory now
I charge at the leader
With glory on my back
To cut off his head

Drawing Blood Covered Swords
As we scream the battle chords
Get ready for the fight
I'll be a hero tonight

Victory is ours
As we return home
Remember the fallen
and honor their souls
the day is ours

Raising Golden Swords
Cheering Battle Chords
Winning the greatest fight
I am a hero tonight

Birthday Boy

Birthday Boy
by Jimmy Crowley
You're like a fire on my birthday
Heartache feels okay
A figure of black
Appears in my head
Spirits of Satan
In these candles
I am the immortal fires
And it's my birthday
What a wonderful Day!!!

The King Of Pop *Dedicated to the Memory of Michael Jackson*

The King of Pop dedicated to the memory of Michael Jackson
by Jimmy Crowley
I remember Crying
On the day that you were dying
But I don't really remember why.
To me, you were just a weird guy.
In all honesty,
I never knew if you were "Black or White,"
And you wrote that song
That Made me want to Fight,
But unfortunately, your career lost sight.
Court Dates
Were your bad fate,
But everyone still loved you anyway
And wanted to see you LIVE again another day.
But Michael,
You "Beat it" way too fast,
but your music will always last.

You can't get lost on a straight Road

You can't get lost on a straight road
By Jimmy Crowley
You're only 500 miles away
How does it feel to be so far?
From the friends who wished you could stay
The past Six months
Have meant more than you can think
It's so much more
Than I can write in ink

We Couldn't Slow Down Time
I couldn't pretend like you were mine
Together we could lie
and pretend like we could fly

Come Back in a year or two
cause we'll all miss you so much
And we'll want to see you soon
No one can see
What's so great about Ohio anyway?
Your friend in New York
Never wanted you to go away

We Couldn't Slow Down Time
I couldn't pretend like you were mine
Together we could lie
and pretend like we could fly

We could sleep in my car
in my dreams we go far
We'll set this city a-fire tonight
And stare into the light
Watch the Fire turning blue
It's Almost as beautiful as you

We Couldn't Slow Down Time
I couldn't pretend like you were mine
Together we could lie
and pretend like we could fly

Adrenaline

Adrenaline
By Jimmy Crowley
sparking deep inside my mind
rushing red bulls raping through my veins
i'm speeding fasterdown a clear and empty road
rubber burning
cars racing
hearts pounding
music's getting louder
my mind's getting sounder
this is my adrenaline
the turns are getting sharper
the engines getting warmer
ready to blow us all away
LETS KEEP GOING FASTER
this is my adrenaline
lights are getting brighter
hearts are throbbing faster
hell is getting hotter
life is getting shorter
this is my ADRENALINE
THIS IS MY ADRENALINE

Half My Heart Is Black

Half My Heart Is Black
By Jimmy Crowley
life is burning me
it won't go away
i am the soul reaper
we all just die
everyone else can cry
you don't understand
i do all i can
anything to
just burn through you
pupils of pornography
is all i see
no one really cares
life was never fair
let's kill everyone
you don't understand
i do all i can
i'd do anything
just to burn through you
Never never do you understand
everything everything i can
anything anything to
just burn through you
only to escape
my everyday fate
i need to die away
screaming in my fate
you don't understand
i do all i can
i'd do anything
just to burn through you

Bigger Than Hula Hoops Cause We All Have To Compensate For Something

Bigger Than Hula Hoops Cause We All Have To Compensate For Something
By Jimmy Crowley
When I stare into the sky
And the stars start to fall
Into the dying flowers
We can light a fire on my head
In my sadistic statistic
Of satanic sexism

We're under 21
But we're stoned
With your 666
And loving abuse

Hell was heart-shaped
As I descended into the flames
For fire fucking my eyes
My Heart isn't broken
It's just turned off
At the moment of denial

We're under 21
But we're stoned
With your 666
And loving abuse

Well I Just don't care anymore
Not caring for my life
So I hide my fear
In love and cigarrettes
Because I'm just DEAD like that

We're under 21
But we're stoned
With your 666
And loving abuse

Rape Monkeys For Fun And Totally Chicken Out Last Minute

Rape Monkeys For Fun And Totally Chicken Out Last Minute
by Jimmy Crowley
Can You Lie To Everyone Else
Instead Of Just To Me
Just a dirty god damn liar
Little did i know
That the truth was just another lie

Your pretty face
Won't fill the empty space
So lets close this dark and ugly case

You couldn't stop at the last possible second
Maybe you could save meand maybe stop yourself
But you didn't want to
So you tore out my heartand acted like you cared
But you're too much of a liar to make me feel okay

Your pretty face
Won't fill the empty space
So lets close this dark and ugly case

And You're A Liar Liar
I'll Set your pants on fire
Just a liar liar
All you deserve is fire

Your pretty face
Won't fill the empty space
Of the past you can't erase

Bras and thongs don't make things better
Being a slutty fucking whore
Isn't something to be proud of
I'm trying not to burnin the hell you put me in
But you're a little too late
Because i'm already bleeding

Your pretty face
Won't fill the empty space
Of the past you can't erase

Setting Fire to the Wings of a Dove

Setting Fire to the Wings of a Dove
by Jimmy Crowley
When I did this
I knew I'd be sad
Maybe not right away
But with time
I lay in my bed
Crying more than ever before
I realize
I hate myself
And everything I am
I hate this love
Like setting fire
to the wings of a dove
You are all that I admire

Love Poem

Love Poem
by Jimmy Crowley
I don't want to ever fall asleep
if it's just for the night
I guess this is how We're supposed to be
to put me through my misery
So it's time for my sun to set
and turn my lights off
So I have a safe place to hide
as I start to cry
Because unless you can heal a heartbreak
My heart will continue to ache

131 Street Jesus

131 Street Jesus
By Jimmy Crowley
We're So ungodly of a nation
From Jesusfreaks and fornicators
And I'm covered in Blood, Shit and Cum
That came from the Virgin Mary of the corner deli.
As Jesus dies on His cross of herion
With my halo of bullets
And a sword of scars
Ascending to a Heaven of suicide.

The Sign Of The Cross

The Sign Of The Cross
by Jimmy Crowley
We're AntiAmerican with
razorblades and cyanide
they give us new hope
Spoons and Needles
And Everything Mean
That's all I need.

Praise God
To kill religion
Praise God
No gods today

False hopes of dead gods
Causes our never ending
We've got out Rape Rubbers on
And we take our Play-God Pills
There's a million things I want to do to you
But I don't want to do either of these things to you

Praise God
To kill religion
Praise God
No gods today

I'm like the tree stained in blood
Like a severed heart
that won't stop throbbing
Did God create us
Or did we create God?

Praise God
To kill religion
Praise God
No gods today

TNBTTS

TNBTTS
By Jimmy Crowley
“Shut the Hell up and get ready”
That’s actually what she said to me.
The days and nights I could be alone
Could be spent alone with you.
Because until the end of time,
Doesn’t last forever anymore.

Maybe She can tell or
Maybe she just doesn’t care
Regardless of what she knows
Maybe I should make a move tonight
Cause she’s the type
That drives my type crazy

Now the only memory
In my mind
Is the day we were lying in my bed and we were doing
The next best thing to sex

I don’t know what that means to you

Maybe She can tell or
Maybe she just doesn’t care
Regardless of what she knows
Maybe I should make a move tonight
Cause she’s the type
That drives my type crazy

Does she have a clue,
As to what I’m thinking.
Cause she’s the only girl I’ve ever really liked.
She gets me nervous
And gives me rejection.
This is the last time
I’ll think of you.

Maybe She can tell or
Maybe she just doesn’t care
Regardless of what she knows
Maybe I should make a move tonight
Cause she’s the type
That drives my type crazy

Distortion and Poetry, Pornography or pentagrams

Distortion and Poetry, Pornography or Pentagrams
by Jimmy Crowley
Do you want to hear a story
about a boy I knew named Jimmy?
He had a heart of gold,
but a mind of dirt.
Love in his mind.
Hate in his heart.
Maybe the distortion and poetry didn't help.
Neither did the Pornography or Pentagrams.
I tell ya,
that kid had problems.
Had his heart broke
one too many times.
He made sure his parents didn't notice,
when he started cutting.
He cryed her a river of blood,
and bled her an ocean of tears.
Maybe someone should have noticed,
when his hero became Kurt Cobain.
He was home alone one night.
Him and his guitar.
He wrote a poem,
tied his guitar cable around his neck,
and threw it over a tree in the backyard.
Distortion and Poetry, Pornography or Pentagrams.

The Cost of Love

The Cost of Love
by Jimmy Crowley
Love. Oh, Yes Love.
A word I thought I knew
but it seems the girls I love,
seem to never love me
sending me to a rampage of sex and partying
in the attempt to hide my pain.
When I confessed to you my love,
You just shot me down,
ripping out my still beating heart
You put me into a state of mind
I knew only as Hell
Suicide.
The first thought in my mind.
THrough my tears,
I thought if I killed myself for you
It would kill you too,
Knowing you were the one that killed me.
But dying without you made me even sadder.
So I refused my own suicide.

Sleep is getting harder for me,
cause when I my eyes close,
even for just a second,
All I can think of is you.
Love songs. They're even worse.
Cause you're there.
Standing in the "november rain,"
and putting me "in the throws of a moral quandry"

I wish people saw more than the demon in my eye.
No one sees the love in my heart.
So now as I tell you this,
I hope you know
of the pain you caused me.
HOw I can't blink my eyes,
or listen to love songs
Cause you're always there.
Through my happy act,
my heart is breaking
from the inside out.

Die For Her

Die For Her
by Jimmy Crowley
While I sit in my room wishing I could die,
The next best thing is to cry.
She never sees my infatuation.
I shouldn't put myself in this situation.

Why?

Why?
by Jimmy Crowley
Love is too cold
Why can't you see the signs?
I don't want to be without you another day.
When we fall in love so young,
Why do we hurt so much?
Why are there hearts only to break?
Why do we love when we know it wont last?
I hate being alone.
If we fell in love, would you tell me
Why?
Why won't this girl notice me?
Your love is all I want.
Did you ever realize how I love you?
Why do I love you,
When you only make me cry?
Why are there hearts only to break?
Why do we love when we know it wont last?
I hate being alone.
If we fell in love, would you tell me
Why?
If only you'd love me
I'd love you too
I'd give you my heart
And you could be mine
and I would be yours.
Why are there hearts only to break?
Why do we love when we know it wont last?
I hate being alone.
If we fell in love, would you tell me
Why?

(Put Down The Eyeliner) Before It Gets Dangerous

(Put Down The Eyeliner) Before It Gets Dangerous
by Jimmy Crowley
Yeah she keeps staring at her godly tv
Like she’s some sort of angel
If only god could make her feel
She really needs to let you know
It’s a picture of her idle
she loves on the wall
she shoots herself
to kill her lovers
shoots herself
kills her lovers
(would you shoot yourself)
She never wanted any of this
The more she lives she wants to die
And we all keep on crying
And she’ll keep on dying
she shoots herself
to kill her lovers
shoots herself
kills her lovers
(I’m gonna shoot myself)
She gives him tears and blood
She cries tears and blood
Tears and blood from her scars
she shoots herself
to kill her lovers
shoots herself
kills her lovers

Love is a Dying Flower

Love is a Dying Flower
By Jimmy Crowley
I pluck the pedals
She loves me She loves me not
It seems like love she pedals
Because I feel our love forgot
Love is an empty word
It was a friend that I received
But it was love I would have preferred
Yet again, by love I was deceived
My love is like a dying flower
Growing to be something new
My love is decaying by the hour
Maybe someday love will be true
But for now love is not gainful
Because it is too painful

I Can Die Really Slow

I Can Die Really Slow
by Jimmy Crowley
We bleed
Just like tears in cocaine
We snort it
Just the same
I feel like dying yesterday
But that won’t happen either
We sold our souls
For a heart in a bowl
I can die really slow
just by killing you
there’s a shotgun to my right
a heart to my left
I choose the shotgun
Just like my idle
We sold our souls
For a heart in a bowl
I can die really slow
just by killing you
I’m bleeding
I’m dying
I’m finally living
I’m cutting
I’m crying
I’m happy I’m dying
We sold our souls
For a heart in a bowl
I can die really slow
just by killing you

A Perfect State of Nirvana

A Perfect State of Nirvana
by Jimmy Crowley
Her heart is broke
My life is gone
My blood to soak
Everyone knows
that this is wrong
written in blood
written in blood
written in blood
she’s just a stupid
little cunt
but she is fun
I cannot sleep
But I’m counting sheep
While the coke gets to me
I cannot see
Written in blood
Written in blood
Written in blood

Necrophilia

Necrophilia
By Jimmy Crowley
She’s lying on the floor
And she’s as dead as dead
Even though she’s dead I’m still attracted to her
Cause I see the beauty in her dying corpse

And I’m as dead as her
I just wanna die
Her life is empty
You’re my necrophilia

Reanimated in my eyes
I don’t cry
Because I can’t cry
Cause she’s still alive in my eyes

And I’m as dead as her
I just wanna die
Her life is empty
You’re my necrophilia

Dead in my mind
Dead in my head
Dead in my eyes

And I’m as dead as her
I just wanna die
Her life is empty
You’re my necrophilia

The Door and the Lizard King *dedicated to the memory of Jim Morrison*

The Door and the Lizard King dedicated to the memory of Jim Morrison
By Jimmy Crowley
As we run away,
We become closer to each other
You read my twisted signs
And hear “Mr. Mojo Risin’ “
Listen to the shaman.
He sings for 27 years
And he drinks oh so many beers.
He preaches to the slaves
Getting higher
Sets the world on fire.
Film his every move.
He is the king
Teaching the snakes
You can hear the devil in his crys.
Can you hear it?
HE taught a prayer to America
As the blue man took him from the stage
Riot to the stage.
His heart was attacked in the tub.
The Graffiti of Paris is his final resting place

"I Don't Have A Gun" *dedicated to the memory of Kurt Cobain*

“I Don’t have a gun” dedicated to the memory of Kurt Cobain
By Jimmy Crowley
He was an underground sellout.
Revolutionizing Music.
He Smelled like teen spirit,
And told me to come as I was.
He hated everyone,
but was loved.
He was an angel with a guitar.
At 27, he went too far.
“Bang!”
The gun said,
And Kurt was dead
We only have his memoria.

Hallucinogenic

Hallucinogenic
by Jimmy Crowley
As I begin to die,
Lights flicker off,
My guitar starts to cry,
As I try and grasp one last cough.
My room begins to melt.
I hear several beer cans clang
Just like the joy that I felt,
It sounds like the hymns we sang.
As my funeral, I can’t help but sigh
Staring at pornographic magazines stacked in the corner
And I watch these pathetic souls cry.
It leads me to my infinite horror.

Playing With A Razor

Playing with a razor
By Jimmy Crowley
Playing with a razor
Feels like I’ve been shot with a laser.
What is this pain I feel?
Will it ever heal?
Why do I see blood?
The sink is starting to flood.
The bathroom is locked like a cave.
I guess I’m not ready to shave.
“Help Mommy Help,”
That’s all I could yell.
“I stole daddy’s razor and the bleeding won’t stop!”
Onto the floor my body drops.
I guess I won’t be shaving anymore.

Poem

Poem
By Jimmy Crowley
I spend my days locked in my room.
It’s the only place where I can escape my doom.
Yeah, I know Morrison. I know Jesus too.
In my room, I don’t feel like a fool
Like I do at school.
I think I’m standing in the twilight zone
Because I feel so alone.
My love is falling apart at the seams,
Just like my dreams.
Now that I think of it,
Speaking to you is like being thrown in the lion’s pit.
It hate it when you say “I love you”
Because you want an “I love you too”
I’m sorry, but that’s too bad,
Because for love I’m too sad.

Corrupt Men

Corrupt Men
By Jimmy Crowley
Watch the average man play God
Yeah see what you find
What you find may be odd
I really think you’ll mind
I guarantee there will be corruption
There will be no light
Only death and destruction
So why fight?
There is no meadow with a rose
No Heaven nor Hell
Not a happy river flows
Not a sound from the church Bell
Just blackness
And madness

Hallucinogen Hell *for Jim Carroll*

Hallucinogen Hell for Jim Carroll
By Jimmy Crowley
Sitting in this hell hole my father calls a home,
My mother yells at my room for being a mess.
An eye pokes through my closet,
“Hello. Are you in there?”
I can’t see a reason why I answered.
Carroll OD’d in the corner.
Shakespeare is still alive in the walls.
His needle pierces us in my vein.
I walk to my basement.
It looks like St. Patrick’s Cathedral,
In New York City,
But it smells like a Hollister
Stained with feces.
It is so Beautiful.

TIME

Time
By Jimmy Crowley
Minutes are like hours
Yet hours are like minutes.
The clock strikes three
And it’s midnight.
Clocks spin like crosses.
A cable comes unplugged,
And I’m stuck,
Just like a palm tree in a hurricane.
This clock won’t stop turning.
Yet, I find its hands very sexy.
Time, the question is: Why?
Why is the clock so unappealing?