In the merry month of june, from me home I started left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken hearted saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother drank
storms Fire - Scorched life Redeem the martyr into existence Earth - Holy ground Water - source of all Order and chaos come by O Mater Matrum, minimus sum Mother
'm a straight black ball a rapper Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher Then show them mother
Holy Ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The Devil made you a slave an' he gave you a Bible 400 years of gettin' our ass kicked By so called
(and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole. jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul. my secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping. i'm a ghost
land Blinded mankind by wonders cheap tricks were his game Sucked out the innocent victims used poor peoples pain The holy ghost burnd in hell holy
Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition
a friend That drives me round the bend You call me when you like And call me what you like Was it the father or the son or the holy ghost The butler
or borrow two nickels or dime to call me on the phone And I'll meet you at Alamo Mission, where we can say our prayers The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother
While in the merry month of May from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, Drank
stupid uh u stupid [x4] I heard u still gottah prepaid phone {hell naw} made 2 calls now all your mintues gone {hell naw} now u got 1 leg so they call
borrow two nickels or a dime, and call me on the phone. I'll meet you at Alamo mission, and we can say our prayers, The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother
borrow two nickels or a dime and call me on the phone i'll meet you at the alamo mission and we will say our prayers the holy ghost and the virgin mother
the Son of Sam and Uncle Sam So SamIam keep ya fuckin eggs and ham! Performing alien brain scans and spiritual exams While the mother ship lands on holy
drinks. And he forgets that he's an asshole Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a soul My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping I'm a ghost
said that word I'm gonna tell yo momma on you She's gonna whip you too That's what she gonna do) Gazoose! Holy cow! Golly gee! Dagnabit! Great Caesar's ghost
-ass bitch Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin? Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang Tellin this bitch all my mother