Lyrics
Hit Religion, Dirty Dike, Captain Pissman
Mr J Rap, Dr Skuff, Melonskin, Delegates of Smoke My Beef
It's the D.O.C
I tell you man we don't like trees
We all fall down let's don't mind me
Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say
You'll never get to heaven 'less you dress a certain way
Stop that, watch this, stand up straight
The Devil knows you repping yes your flesh'll burn in flames
Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say
You'll never get to heaven 'less you dress a certain way
Stop that, watch this, stand up straight
The Devil knows you repping yes your flesh'll burn in flames
I've got a friend who never used to believe in god
We'd smoke weed in the evening and speak a lot
And get lean at a scenic spot, what a dream
But he'd preach how it's weak and we need to stop
'Cause he sees it as being lost
But I could still smoke pot, be easy and keep a job
But Josh deeply perceived that the demon was
A little piece of our species we need to squash
I disagree and nod
'Cause isn't Jesus God what Christians seek?
It all seems to clot my whole feelings
Of whether I believe or not
I want reasons and not what the preachers got
I want freedom my dreaming is seeming blocked
But he's just odd screaming from steeple tops
How it's easy to sneak off and be your boss
But when our breathing stops we'd all see the cost
But in a logical sense it seems fake and suss
To make a fuss and give away your faith and trust
Plus I rate, lust, take drugs, hate and cuss
And chase more fucking ladies than Satan does
I'm not aiming for space in the place above
It's just pen to my paper as brains discuss
In ways that just make my state of trust break to dust
Now my vision is a hazy fuzz
See Josh ain't wasted he's saving bucks
Claims this way is his way of waking up
A nature rush much like the same as drugs
That I've blatantly taken it's strange as fuck