Once upon a Hallelujah

Once Upon a Time hallelujah was the rhyme
The only Emcees I'd ever seen were preaching priests, kind
Praise jesus, keep the creed as i kneeled upon, my knees, 
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 curses slurs and ha ha hee hees,

oh jeez what have we 
Oh what a tussled bunch of faggots, do you see? Said pete as he turned to Washington's apple tree. The headless horsemen, said Ill bill you for the chop
The chop, the blocks, the hierarchical rauckus Made pete keep bo peep
the pope he be way at the top 

church songs got guitar now tim and tom be at the altar 
up and down all around turn dis way, sheep 

 homie the clown, nah we don't play, 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

We don't do SUNDAYS, we do supper, we do lunch,

we do much a lot of fussing
lordy lordy how do church feel to me? They are a bore boi, like a black sabbath
torture yo, Like the 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. 

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, 

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, 

I'll be older than you Fellows.... zip idee doo daa . Fair. 
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 how to jump 

three times just wow pt barnum in the house

Once Upon a Time hallelujah was the rhyme
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.