[Van Drunen / Van Drunen, Daniels] Two religions both so wrong but both will preach they'll make you strong one means evil, the order good terms I never
I am the Ignoramus But he believes he is concealed when blindfolded And he believes he can read minds Words written in ink on cerebral paper And he believes
Your ignorant ways No place for darkness Hidden behind the holy wood True life, is what you deny ! Covered up stories To feed the "undepraved" Creating
Fucking zombies everywhere, animated dead The sheriff says he'll pay a buck a head Call uncle Joe and get his truck, let's bring the family Beers, guns
Redneck girl likes to cruise in daddy's pickup truck And a redneck girl plays it hard when she's down on her luck Living for Friday afternoon She's gonna
Snuffed tapers sighed As Death left impressing His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The House of Bathory shrouded '
I know nothing but CHRIST and HIM crucified Ignorance misleads fetters and deceives men A deceived heart turns from GOD And the eyes and ears are shut
Pretty little one, how has it all begun? They're teaching you how to walk but you're already on the run Little one, what you gonna do? Little one, honey
Well I'm the prim faced mealy mouthed political Chiseler the lack luster loser With the selfish streak The oldest strongest vilest longest I just masticate
The stage is an open platform I speak of personal conviction Because of that I am a guest, who's in charge It's an open forum Music is music, music is
I'm draggin' everybody down But being healthy's just A big drag anyway I'm startin' to reconsider things I'm gonna live like a trucker Without his uppers
O' I recall some ball room brawls That I got myself into Just a stitch or two Got me back together But, what's it take to ease a leak That came with
He was born in Oklahoma And his wife's name is Betty Lou Thelma Liz He's not responsible for what he's doing His mother made him what he is CHORUS:
Uh Uh yes sir, just the sound of the voices are here, haha, yall niggas got me really confused out there, I make " Big Pimpin" or "Give It To Me" one
Headed south on 65, route 5 or 6 I'll drive There's a place where the folks from dixie go You don't need no cowboy boots, trade'em in for a bathing suit
Come into this night, here we'll be gone So far away from our weak and crumbling lives Come into this night when days are done Lost and astray, in what
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm illa rhyme spitter I am like an arms dealer I sell heat to the streets nigga C'mon Shine til I'm blind nigga Dime getter I