mea culpa mea maxima culpa Where's the church, who took the steeple Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people Television preachers with bad hair
a place you go, if you not a Christian it's the failure of your life's greatest ambition It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion I don't see
, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out
her (What they say shawty?) Ooh, she know she bad (Bad) She know she bad (Bad) Bad than a motherfucker She know she bad (Bad) She know she bad (Bad) Bad
called Floyd "I" Thanks out to Bad Religion,and the Descendants George Hurry, and Mike Watt To all those flops but only when they ain't hangin' out
called Floyd I Thanks out to Bad Religion and the Descendants George Hurrly and Mike Watt, to all those flops But only when they ain't hangin' out To
that this was written out it's the new roman empire get up of your couch if you aint got a religion learn why religion was given without god its still
Intro] So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well Well, first off [Verse 1] My only problem is death Fuck heaven, I ain't showing no religion
maintaining inequality Have oragnized politically to uphold traditional hierarchies Between rich and poor, black and white Wanting homosexuals out of
It's February and I just want April To take my hand and pick me up again Yeah, I'm numb but it's really not that bad Live life 'til you get it wrong Take
pull the hammer back Bang, you're fuckin' dead 'cause it's like that Society pushed him down and out Soul provider, what's it all about Another bad hand
doin' is gettin bigger, You try to not raise them around the wild niggas. Beef is when a gold-digger got your seed in her, A manicured hand out, like, "
not take chances you might fail And you don't want to find out the hard way How our society treats The misfits The ones who make mistakes Bad failure Bad
vision that had had me twisting out under the afternoon sky I didn't know it then But it was thirteen years to the day he died He held his hand in me
bad So verily we must choppeth them up And stompeth them down Or rent a nice french bomb To poof them out of existance While leaving their real estate
much ruffles in my duffle cant close this bag its so much cash, i need 10 hands now to count my stash, ll cool gucci mane im bad, never need a mask,
a rat. Pulls another rabbit from his hat. Sniffs the air and he says, ``well, that's that --- I'm going.'' The actors milling helplessly --- the script is blowing out
place where demons and angels will die Out of torment there's no tomorrow A sacred heart, an unholy lie The place where demons and angels will die Left out