Insane Clown Posse - I Could Never lyrics

It’s gotta be tough, man being God?
Being God, man? That shit is hard, I imagine
The responsibility? To be God?

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: ain't important
If success if automatic
Where’s the magic when you own it?
There’s no sport when you resort to all
Sorts of shorts 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 in that whore protect
My son he’s gone to war
Help my dad his back is sore
Keeping track is tricky 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 await's
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 preachers
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)
(I could never, I could never)
(I could never, I could never)