The Lord said stand up Paul and dry up your tears You must preach my gospel for many long years Go to DAMASCUS the way that is straight You
I'd like to thank the Mack God for all tha playa prophets that he sent I'd like to thank him for Donald Going and Iceberg Slim For dottin their I's and
You preach your message of moral high Heaven knows how you must lie A sound Christian life, how sad So restrained, but you need it so bad Mrs. Minister
Say, I didn't have what it'd take I sure showed them How much difference One man can make Say, I didn't have what it'd take Now, they all bow The ones
I like to torture and I do it quite well kidnapped in my house you'll think you're in hell Your new home's a pit in my basement floor act up and I'll
All the locals hide their tears of regret Open fire 'cause I love you to death Sky high with a heartache of stone You'll never see me 'cause I'm always
What's lies, full moon and thoughts collide We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blood-shot eyes We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned
Creepy eyes conspire to reduce the point of view Closing all the windows doors in view Greeting on the setting suns, my breath lies Watching with indifference
You're down there shooting blanks From broken guns You fire all day long And still not hit a fucking one Don't wanna know what Some sick [Incomprehensible
I start out you're in a daze and people start younger and In a thousand days and now it's getting overexposed Then someone asks,"Well how do you sleep
Staring in the face of condemnation Laughter fills the sky instead of rain Live my life alone in resignation Arms outstretched for those who cannot say
Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Drinking the blood of Jesus Drinking it right from his veins Learning to swim in the
Hot lava Big Monkey flow Chokin' on a color Floating down like a rain (Oh yeah) Hot lava Cool down Big travel every town Roll it over with a ball and
They get you ready to fight The fuse is ready to blow You shoot to kill on sight They call you G I Joe You never wanted to stop The smell of burning
Never trust a junkie Blood keeps drinking away Certain of it?s destination Driving through New Orleans at night Gotta find a destination Just one fix
Three, two, one, roll five You got something to say You better jump in my face Got something to hide You're scared as shit and should die Aim Reload
Take this invitation Bishops Queen to pawn All of us were taken All that was is gone Of this information Shames us one and all Where's my compensation
After God and after taxes The puppets who betray the masses Reanimate the commonwealth Inner structure in bad health Like a beast locked in a cage Manipulation
