Terrible 2s

Terrible 2s 
Listening to 
Shotgun Blues 
Like a toddler 
Trying 2 kill Ü 
On Tuesday since 
Monday belongs to 
Orange's range, so 
Strange rearranging 
Languages 2 curse Me 
& my words 4 eternity 
As I try exercising my 
Rights like a demon and 
A clergy meeting at Bo's 
Masquerade orgy hosted by 
The Holy Ghost while Jesus 
Christ makes a toast to God 
Above, 4 making these people 
So gross so to propose such a 
Night of debauchery, blasphemy 
Like the last chaste lad losing 
His V-card, to some pile of lard 
But not to be alarmed for I still 
Have my purple stars & bizarre car 
2 drive through the night while I'm 
Running from a destined date, Fate's 
Sunrise, fast pace, racing heart rate 
To Heaven's Gate, hoping I Am not Late 
Then becoming irate as I see the detour 
Signs leading Me 2 Hell N Back again, so 
It goes, but it still blows - I never win