gun, praying to god [Chorus:] Another life just passing by What's on the mind when the convict fries ? Such a lovely way to die Christ comes to call
haunt the sultan's dreams Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly sober sky Don't you dare lay down your spear and die Oh small fry, small fry Crime of the
Christ for life, and satan K all day and I'm on represent that rhyme until I flatline to all the Christians stay on deck, cause you and i in 96 we chew or fry
faces, "I want to be beheaded, beheaded" I want (my) head chopped off You'll see (my) body rot But then (I'll) reign with Christ And then you will fry
truck under the moon Jesus Christ, my lips are red You ask a lot of the moon When you ask me to forget I never asked you to pay my rent Jesus Christ
this is Christian mercy Harry, Harry, give 'em hell, give 'em hell one time again Well, show those axis powers how to make an oven, fry them Hiroshima
feelings all left aside From all those days that you try to hide You lift out the anger and cut it dry You soak your tears away, now you can fry
all left aside, From all of those days that you try to hide, You lift out the anger and cut it dry, You soak your tears away, now you can fry, Your
lies, bring it down down down down down. a cripple needs crutches on the insane luck, through the genocide we see all the lies to fry fry fry watch the
cannot see, but I know you're sick and I do not mind that you try anticipate about the world inside and take some more and fry your mind Hunter S Thompson
got two clips, I still preach Motherfuckers around had to be Christians And I got a problem I suppose, but I know I'm gon solve it with a 4-4, ten-six on fry
freezin I might throw the big gat To your six pack Click clack Let me git that Make it quick black Fuck the chit chat Why y'all test Knowin these hot slugs will fry
haunt the sultan's dreams yes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober sky don't you dare lay down your spear and die, oh small fry (small fry) crime of
King 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
circumstance stop me G.I. Joe, O.G., Desert E's, Desert fatigues Dry weather gear for the desert breeze 140° degrees, I can barely breathe Toast bread and fry
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
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-
Kno exhanging verses: (Kno rapping)] [Deacon] The music makes me high even though I stay away from canibus, like Wyclef (Deacon and Kno, fry sets.) Similar to Christ