Lyrics:
droolin' I get the skrrt' The car with the coolant
I just be coolin I put him on fire, he think that I'm snoozin
Her body is done, she get to pouncin' You
today are in the rehab
As I got older I got bolder
My hands got bigger and now it's time for me to hold a
.38 or any kind of gun
And just wait for
the one that provided ya shell in hell and held ya
When your politicians were welters
So I built this structure just to help ya
So the communists can
sees just how much
I love being baptized
I'm gonna baptize her (Baptize me)
Bathe her in God's glory
And I will baptize her (I'm ready)
With
man try to front, he get slugs in him
Because
He ain't a crook, son, son
He just a shook one, shook one (Shook one)
We live the life, that of diamonds
Jesus speaks only literal facts, but
My Jesus speaks in poetic prophetic acts
Your Jesus is just a partisan poser
But my Jesus ain't takin' sides, He's
ho know I'm one of a kind
She can play hard today, by the end of the night you know I'm crackin' her spine
Might pour up a four, she thinkin' it wine
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
you gone in the wind
Come and go
Pawn shop professional
It's incredible, all the lengths that he would go
Head to Buffalo, snuck a source for all his
Now where I live there's a homeless man
He sits upon a crate (yeah)
He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make
Now if you ever
justified by works
When he offered Isaac
His son on the altar?
Do you see that faith
Was working together with his works
And by works faith was made perfect?
James chapter 4:4
They want you to give up oh
Go and claim that grace
You don't have to work for
By no means we don't stop tho
Just do your thing
Like
a rebel you know the kind that die in the street
Cause you refuse to conform, won't eat the kings meat yeah
Christ rebelled by shunning the cultured
He
and twisted and I don't know where to go
I know that he's trouble but god, I want him so
He's humble and he's quiet
c self-effacing guy
c gentleman just
at y'all God on the tree, ooh
Dripping blood don't He look weak
I thought you said that man was a king, He is
He's just the kind that'll use means
Means,
wants peace for us"
Delete the differences that were brought by religion and never wanted by any Gods
Just believe, trust yourself and trust in the human
solution for your mental pollution
Don't let no one tell you that God ain't got a sense of humor
Someone said he's pissed off, but that was just a rumor
of the planet earth God of the universe
The first soul, black like coal
That's how old, there's no set birth record
The devil couldn't check it even if he
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain
That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then
It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight
or Charlie
There’s Frank, Randy, James, just don’t ask daddy,
Whew, God love her soul
C’mon boys, we better get out of here
The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is
He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist
But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head
God
Yeah, there's only one with infinite aspects
And He can heal any broken necks
That crunched under big heads with bigger egos
So we can uplift,
, man, I'ma get that nigga, yo
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck"
Niggas
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