The only Emcees I'd ever seen were preaching priests, n kind
Praise jesus, keep the creed , give the peice
as i kneeled upon my knees my fathers white green sheets
secretly, id fiend for the day I'd finally get to speak,
Practicing my catechism keeping with my catholicism ,
my morality my inner mee my verses turned to curses
soon were slurs ha ha hee hees, oh jees what have we
Oh what a tussled bunch of faggots, do you see? Said pete
as he hammered georges apple tree.
The headless horsemen, said Ill bill you for the chop
The steeple outta blocks, thus the seats and laymen troughs
the hierarchy came the rauckus that we mock
Made pete keep bo peep the pope he be way at the top
bishop not enough now this church songs got guitar
now tim and tom be at the altar
up and down all around turn dis way, sheep
homie the clown, said nah we don't play, around
we prey cause w. gray wolves howlings from the mountain
Hey whats up, its princess biznotch, been a long time since we last talked, whats been up
been a minute since i see you in the cut so call me up for some lunch and we can catch up, we can talk you, and then talk me, we'll see what kind of new things swinging in our trees, yeah i got a lot og updates but you;ll never read them on the screens cause the only keys I type are ivory
lordy lordy how do sundays feel to me?
A total bore, boi like black sabbath kind of torture yo....
We don't do SUNDAYS, we do supper, we do lunch,
we do much, a lot of fussing, sinning n cussing,
Like morning MASS , the appeal, full clipped aint shit
new hairdo n black petent leather shoes, lil miss
remember the days we used to rhyme between the pews?
no more, i told em, We ain't going back. fam
Im the angel im the manger, I'm the soul you wanted - back.
Whats the sin for the day my son?
Tell me, confess, I'll up you one,
im simon says spare me none, double pence for my lends
so you cna be spared, I'll take the chair.
shore kid, im a whore bitch, ill cut u up like a foreskin,
serve you up on porcelain, slow n hard like a toroise, pretty like a orchid
I'm a martyr for yall cribblits all yall troublessons , im the
Pair of titles for your sorrows, n a smile wider than your momma,
n tell your pops leave me some ima cop his bellow,
ima cop his bellow, someday I swear, lead the chorus with my organs
I'll be older than you Fellows.... zip idee doo daa . prayer
Allelieu, allelieu, song song song
Once upon a time, before the tub got grimey
all the little kitties tryina imitate my style
wanna ask me how , turn ma mom upside down,
copycat me once, hope your ass had fun (clown)
try me again, ill tell u how high to jump
three times just wow pt barnum in the house
Yo Whats good? Its the bza in your hood, been a long time coming, ha, bet chall thought i never would, so hit me back just to chat, cause Im after all who wack,
like i said Im blasphemous, and the worst first and the last.
We'll be cool, we'll be 3rd world or inner city school, ghostly me, i'm from the hills im sorry sweets, I aint no dealer.