my feelings are raw 'n red cuz God has left
now makin that honest bread has got me stressed
thinkin why would He dawn our flesh, then promise death?
market fresh, produce slew across the decks
showtunes get marked for death, like they was steven
under siege seagulls screamin, we push they beaks in
aim 'n wink then, we fire 'n that's the sequence
righteous tebow types kneel 'n my piece spins
the wine of wrath's three-fold, i drink gin
tonic fluid, wheat thins, 'n hypnotic juices
make me back this shit up i might clog ya sewage
ecclesiastes script taken from gnostic ruins
cleaned of clay present day for yall gods to view it
|