: [Chorus] It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend
watch your decline. If I was a god you would all fucking fry! My life is becoming a death, trapped inside...I'll be damned. Christ was a downright cunt
mother cancer Killing her slow like the feds did to the black panthers The genesis of genocide is like a pagan religion Carefully hidden woven into the holidays of a Christian
one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west. Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence. Freezing fish to fry, fail to materialise. Christ
: Tiresome/ out-grown/ rebel's seen the light Re-a/ djusted? Disowned his staunch defiance. The Anti-Christ shifts to the right He wears his ?x? and
Just] Now which one of ya'll could do it like I? I guess you the reason they put "pumpk" in the pie Quicker sea fry, hang glide slide K.J. go way-way
you run the streets Come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em
up in the shy, as enemies bout to die, I blow a head off a demon, Satan gotta burn in fry, toss him back in hell, slam him in a cell, push him off a
mother cancer Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christian
the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun Respect the click that I'm from or get lifted and stunned Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the
you when you done, there's more product to come I even supply coppers and doctors and ball players A few politicians, some Jews, a few Christians I even
ever think He wanted to die? I read your history while I was lookin' 14:12 Isaiah... I do imagine you love tryin' to deep-fry Christians You get them
Christ can't save you Once you go gangsta, friend Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish to fry
to know, if you from the streets, come in piece Or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry
in my melting eyes Mutant christ, loving christ Know me with thine naked eyes Holy christ, one tenth the size So unlike the other christs God-made
words to know, if you from the streets, come in piece or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry
one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west. Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence. Freezing fish to fry, fail to materialise. Christ-
As one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence Freezing fish to fry fail to materialize Christ-child
