Almighty Malachi Professional Bowling God

10 03 2007


You watch me on your TV.
Say that my job is easy.
Say I am not athletic.
You think my sport’s pathetic.
But you can’t judge me ’till you walked a mile in my bowling shoes.

So I don’t get all the ladies.
And my clothes are from the 80’s
I am known throughout the valleys.
As the prophet of alleys.

And as I roll the ball I cry, “Let me bowl or let me die!”
I am mighty Malakai, the bowling god.
The smell of risen gets me high.
Kiss those fuckin’ pins goodbye!
I am mighty Malakai, the bowling god.

Got a ball that’s smooth and all black.
I keep it in my lucky ball-sac.
I get a feeling in my soul.
As I finger every hole.

Not a single men will try, to beat almighty Malakai.
All that challenge me are slain.
Come on, fuckers pick a lane.

And as I roll the ball I cry, “Let me bowl or let me die!”
I am mighty Malakai, the bowling god.
The smell of risen gets me high.
Kiss those fuckin’ pins goodbye!

I am mighty Malakai

The bowling god!!

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