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God Fearin' Man

Hank Williams, Jr.

God Fearin' Man

2016

Up and gone at the break of dawn
Got coffee in a thermos
Pretty little thing that wears my ring
Shes the fire in my furnace
Tiptoe in and I kiss

Up and gone at the break of dawn|Got coffee in a thermos|Pretty little thing that wears my ring|Shes the fire in my furnace|Tiptoe in and I kiss

Up and gone at the break of dawn|Got coffee in a thermos|Pretty little thing that wears my ring|Shes the fire in my furnace|Tiptoe in and I kiss

a hater
I'm havin' my multiplications and my arithmetic
Thirty shots fit in my extendo clip
At the car auction I bought a Buick
It cost me four racks

like you call me Big Ernest
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
Watch the thermostat, you ain?t no fuckin' fat cat

You never lived

cards at guns and grenade auctions
Remain cautious (Yo) or catch the Wreck of Hesperus
For testing us, artisans carving out your grave sculptures
This is

Obnoxious how you be steady tryin' to auction
The heart I adopted
I bought it 
Paid the price in love
And blood 
Declared
It's done
Finished
I won
Ok God I

just hit my line, I said I’m routing for his team, you know the stone is gonna shine (He got the power)
I’ll make a million from the auction
Pay off all

gone be the supplier
Hot gotta cool down the furnace came with the sauce gotta pay to acquire
Obsession with thighs skirt gonna rise
Lord I swear to your

In case I let you down easily (yeah)
Is your fave on that auction block
Is your heart where it needs to be
Will it take you a lifetime just
To learn

foots a furn-a-kit for uranus, 
ur in this, birth defect, syndicate degenerate, I turn and kick
into oblivion, my temp remains a burning furnace
worse

deposit's
And me going broke will not ever be option
If he want a verse
Get it gone like an auction
I cradle the beat, so the flow is adopted
And I'm dropping

to furnaces, 

Murder type verbalist, Made em turn merciless 

Some rappers rap but, others just journalists, fuck whoever turn it is 

Me I'm an Eternalist, I

Sick Priest Learns to Last Forever

Destroyer

Destroyer's Rubies

2006

place?
Take it back, there's a world underground

In spite of Western sacrifice, we auction off the sword.
But Damascus never asked us to write a song

nigga in my team want
Bodies like an auction

Yeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking
Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you
Yeah, ayy, I only fuck

I dreamt I saw Woody Guthrie get shot
It must be all those westerns I watch
And all the talk of the anti-fascists
Who I guess did something wrong

In Western society, it's chill to pile work on
Push yourself to a limit. Who could give it
Y'know, a fuck about your mental health
Oh yeah, that's

desires and urges
Still keep my fingers in the dirt
Remain earnest
The good worker
Hand me a shovel and point me to the furnace
Me Encanto, pero algo under