you How your dogma has abandoned you Pray to your Christ, to your god Never taste of the fruit Never stray, never break Never---choke on a lie Even though
The matrons are on the way. So don't get too cozy. Put off that cigarette! [Liz] Ever had Morton before? She's fine... as long as you keep her happy
and all else dies It's rotting down this carcass maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave Allah's true name is naught Christ cannot save Locked
clasped as the moon hugs the shore What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard I wished her back but the dead adored her Even
squad finally here Unit of the year We settin' up shop And we ain't going nowhere We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it We want it all Even if you gotta fall
it id die fo reject Christ, the penalty is death, genius and you can tell by my face that I mean this I'm do or die repeat chorus I'm do or die, Christ
I make is final pick anywhere they shit like riding slick with a thick chick slobbing your dick even if it means fighting these niggas in cases as long as
? the degree Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate thug niggaz We will never fall, through it all, we'll always stand tall ?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as
I make is final pick Anywhere they shit like riding slick With a thick chick slobbing your dick Even if it means fighting these niggas in cases As long as
I was toss to the ground My sin weighed on me heavy but I am no longer bound As sure as Christ wears the crown I know that grace will abound And even
me before death sends its last turn; i think i finally understand; no matter my past you'll s till take me as i am. Will you take me as i am; i know
your own That's impossible with an album full of moaning and groans And the promotion of wrong-most of your songs Are just as foul as it gets- as wild as
Everybody stressing cause ain't nobody feeling eachother I often conversate with god but who's to say if he's listening Even though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christian
a nigga, from taking the lives of so many others And I'm trying to keep ways right, brothers and mothers I'm falling around a grave sight, pu-punk I hate you to death
doubles Flash to 86, bubble coats toast and sneakers Slay ya wrists, keep the posse thick, ropes and beepers Dead celebrities, real life ain't as dope as
at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs
also prepared to say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as a bargain