pray to me The vengeful spawn of scorn the very brink of sanity My will - malevolent My thoughts - perverse My rule - divine Comprised of eyes and nines
Erupt in violence amidst the turbulence No running water yet the rivers run ebullient Their fate is exodus it's plague days for the rest of us Wretched
These ain't your father's battles this is more Holy wars on foreign shores blitzkrieg cliques on world tours Sure the people will fly someday But for
and pray to me The vengeful spawn of scorn the very brink of sanity My will - malevolent My thoughts - perverse My rule - divine Comprised of eyes and nines
Clouds part and out come the howitzers Cue the earthquakes spare the heartbreak Now you're unproud still the sky falls in showers Anthrax and anarchy
For you time's dragging on and I've no rest for a heart attack I can't relate I can't react with anything But fear and lashing out at you and so I do
You've got twisted visions You've got hell in a shell You plan corrupt crucifixions Fury set to set sail Call on the young Crawl on the innocent Bow
Down we go through the topsoil Down we ride to a place time hides from the sun as if someone were looking Down below there's a sinkhole There's a place
Firebomb the firmament You'll find there's nothing worth the burn Tear down the institutions There's no one left to learn Scratch at the scabs on the
Calling all vultures of virtue and mongers of hate Sado-machismo in robes forsaken saints Attention adders of the altar and crooks of the cloak Forever
Jesus is in me at a premium price Jesus is in me I am the body of Christ
: (feat. Ursula Racker) (Ursula Rucker) Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
that's a Jag for you ass I'm talkin' the whole nine, wood grain in the dash And honest, you can get the whole nine, talk trash Rappers get ate fast, and
, uh, uh BK muthafucka It's a shame but a lot been change since we came up I used to run with them, now I got my guns for them Treat my hollows like trash
. Shit is real in the ville, you could die slow or quick, Survival's a bitch! But everybody don't meet her, so tuck the nine yo, Wherever y'all roll,
many people, too much (aha-ha) Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah! A castle in the sky, one mile high Built to shelter the rich and greedy Rows of eyes
me and mines form In the nine storm, death times gone I'm that cat that y'all niggaz got your eyes on Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on The
real Eiht gon' steal to your Mutherfuckin jaw Fuck the southpaw We go knuckle to knuckle, i'ma watch your ass buckle (geah) It seems that you talk much trash
