Fuck you and your god
I'm standing hot like there's a bush on me
Sucking on some ghost dick by the way you always on your knees
Boy know he got caught, he a cop by the way he freeze
I was stuck up in the church and then I found the fucking keys
Uh, ain't no bodies found
Couple people drowned
Always being loud uh
Biggest fucking cap was the bloody crown uh
Book poop brown, need to flush that down uh
I don't think you money grabbers even got a good motherfucking point
I don't mean to exploit
But y'all playing like toys
False hope getting thrown around like no death in Detroit
Died once, seen a void
Or maybe it's a damn simulation ran by Pink Floyd, huh
I don't know, but truth is you don't either
Fat cross and a wife beater
Stepping on half dead preachers
Uh, uh
Walking into them damn feeders
Sing praise to a man eater
Dissing you off a one feature
Fuck you- fuck you and your god
I'm standing hot like there's a bush on me
Sucking on some ghost dick by the way you always on your knees
Boy know he got caught, he a cop by the way he freeze
I was stuck up in the church and then I found the fucking keys
Unlock the lock
Then I knock off they socks
I do more than you thought
Could explain in doo-wop
I could get ya catholic grandmother into heavy rock
How do you believe in a god but not Santa Claus
Breaking necks of these old fucks who's spine bent from they time spent
Faking men that know it's luck doing nine-ten in a line bet
I ain't claiming no projects
Talking down? that's project
Oh you know him, let's go check
Long dick need a pro neck