Lyrics:
helmets
Over their heads
YES!
But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey, you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
the church bell
Boy be handling out them ls
Ring up the church bell
Preach finally doing well
Hey
Ring up the fucking bell
Hey
Ring up the fucking bell
Ring up
Everybody I know is a looking for love but they don't know how they give it
Everybody is a looking for more out of life but they don't know how they
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
someone screaming
A broken church, no bells are ringing
The crucified, been crucified again
The crucified, been crucified again
Crucified again
outta jail
I used to play baseball wid him
'Til he got large son bought a whale
As you're by the entrance
Guess it's real nigga night out
He moving
a light
Image is nothing so I'ma drink me a Sprite
Tonight's the night
But my name ain't Betty Wright
It's Mr. Bones
And aggrivating hoes please leave me
People talkin' 'bout what is and what ain't country
What gives 'em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your
Painted high on white church walls
I chase my blood from brain to thumped heart
Until I'm out of breath for trying
Worry not everything is sound
This
ever and
Making that shit understandable
Legend in the making lemme sample you
The Wright road is my avenue
I do what I have to do
Twenty years old with
A-building bricks per load,
IÂ?d best forget the days IÂ?ve spent
On the old Bog Road.
Ah! LifeÂ?s a weary puzzle,
Past finding out by man,
IÂ?ll take the day
Don't know what his problem is
Why he keeps dragging you away
Don't know why I put up with this shit
When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away
As they walk into the hospital, Henrik and Betty are greeted by a Doctor.
Hi Henrik, I am doctor Krill, from the ocean pollution department. I am
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
I see martyrdom In his eyes Struggling against Their own instincts
Enslaved by time In a life of devotion Carring a cross that is not yours
The candles are dying out with quiet hissing
The wounds of the crucified begin festering
The bells are chiming the chaotic symphony
The rottenness is powerless
and I worked my way up by hard
Work. I ain't never got nowhere yet but I got there by
Hard work.
Work of the hardest kind. I been down and I been out
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missing a ki
Yo I do this with a natural movement
Catch me by the munition Venetian scope on me,
on the roof of St. Thomas
Are crying
I walk to the church, though it's empty by now
The roof like an overturned ship, and a prow
For a pulpit, and there
is fine for today
There's a church in Old Yorkshire where the archbishop's buried
If it weren't for money or the Church of England then it's where we'd
to God
Who knew heaven was right here on Earth
This right here is a cowboy's church
Mhm
Ain't no steeple, ain't no cross
Out on the range just talking
is blessed, I'm baptizing the verse
You better hold ya breath when you pass by the church
Uh, I put my people on Jack Ryan alert
Please pacify
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