The machine They're here now, but then they're gone Where they at? I don't know Ay, oh, they hit the door That kinda friend I gotta let go A superfriend
I pull Kill si bull Yes sir yes sir three bags full Then we have steak and chips for tea I met a sweet señora In barcelona Her christian name
cure? I am morally, I'm morally impure I am a disease and I am unclean I am not part of God's well oiled machine Christian nation, assimilate me, take
is, it's how we do it/ Throw a brick in the building, scatter and (Cenz.) it's ruthless/ I never tolerated a Judist, the passion of christ, give me the
of death Find out their construction, give them life, give them breath Which God may I thank? Making art from a canvas, blank Paintings from the Holy Book Depicting Christ
who and why and when and where is your messiah now? It's fuckin' Craig. It's Fuckin Craig. Fuckin' Craig. Fuckin' Craig. Craig Christ. Craig Christ. Craig Christ
[Lil' Flip] Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right I hustle day to day and night to night Cause I'm tryna get paid
ll take it back (Oh brother good night what a sight) Hold tight frost bite Nice what a sight Slice of the ice Christ Jesus Christ Dice sacrifice Bands
Kneeling before the carnal demon machine On hands and knees she shallows divinity Begging for forgiveness, the blessing of a kiss The essence of denial
[Brogna / Christ] I went to a doctor with a pain in my head He said: "Tumor boy! Six months you're dead, It's gonna be slow and painful It ain't gonna
afford the gasoline Now if a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus With the seconds running give you the jitters Just imagine a American-based Christian
and a wavy kind of hair And don't tell a woman that she cant go there, because she prays a little different to a god up there You say you're a Christian
bitch to gassin', get to mashin' D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin' Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin and I'm the machine
did know About our spell We'll all go to hell In the 7th month 1999 The king of terror will start his death machine The 3rd anti-Christ will turn sun
been all the way to Budapest Seen riots, yes riots in Tibet Seen the burning monks Crackling in pain Saw bombs in Gibraltar Fear in Christ's eyes Frozen
Peter Jennings Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
frommer Christ weil heute dein Geburtstag ist drum ist auf Erden weit und breit bei allen Kindern frohe Zeit. Oh segne mich ich bin noch klein oh mache
talk of the town Heard out to the LI sound He started datin' models and he figured it out He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out Qualified sex machine
