Lyrics:
big enough, I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been I ain't been, allowed to visit, and I miss him.
They put me in a submission hold, got him
of the Christian way
In other words, what got the Christian church
What jump started the church, were these realities
Jesus died, he was buried
His tomb was
blind
Turning the other cheek
Every fucking time
Makes me fucking sick
Nobody's here by choice
Nobody's here by choice
Nobody's here by choice
Open your
compare me
Tactics meant to scare me
You thought it was a death blow when it actually struck me barely
Cuz I parried
….wiley weird flows by this weirdo
If I told you I was African you wouldn't believe me
If I told you I was Christian baby best believe it
Devils watching from a distance cause my block
the shadow of the Christian sword
With death they bring the lore of love
Here comes the Church of Madness
Bearing gifts of death and torture
Here comes
Huh, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
(Khemics)
Uh, yeah yeah yeah yeah Hold on
Yeah
I've been sinning even though I'm Christian
Cause all I do want
says
"I've got good news - it's true"
I say "oh yeh? well I got news for you
You want my answer and I'll give you this for free
I'm sick to death of you
Who is deceived?
All of them are laughing... Feeling sick...
Wanna throw up! It's better to leave!
I hate you...I love you...
PVXN - NXVP...
Riding
Looking for love in all the wrong places Following the world
How do I know if you're the one, baby? Tell me, God, is it her
Christian love, I'll Know
My wrists sick, I'm talkin' tuberculosis
I might just, just pull up on Boulevard
Top down in two yellow Porsches
My wrists sick, I'm talkin'
options, aye
In a sick world, got a mind like Hopsin, aye
Its ill
I don't need no pills or seals
I just want the real deal
Want some love, put my heart up
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
even ropas
Is meant to hide you from the Holy Son oh my
The dope lies the rope ties around your neck
You drop your neck pops
Death by suicide
I live life
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
sleeve oh please
The garms them bloody
Like Christian louboutin made these
On my runway Steez
Skit interruption
Tell the truth I just wanna
Make you
fingers,wd my eyes close and savor each minute
While my senses being serenade by relaxing classical music
Oh my god,I love it,listening to beethoven while
a christian
Priest
I am a predator a merciless Carnivore
A product of a sick society hush
Little baby because now is not the Time for fear
That Comes later so
emotions, had a fight to the death
With the devil, and I won, but then he resurrected
Jesus not the only one, well that was unexpected
Christians aren't my
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Ayy, ayy
Niggas ain't gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death
drugs to think
It's sick
Exploding school buses
Jews, Muslims, Christians
What the fuck's the difference?
We all want money, drugs & bitches
Anybody that
I pray to god that he listens
I lost my faith being christian
I was up in them trenches
You can't be capping
Cause we play for keeps
Hustled on that
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