this is Christian mercy Harry, Harry, give 'em hell, give 'em hell one time again Well, show those axis powers how to make an oven, fry them Hiroshima
feelings all left aside From all those days that you try to hide You lift out the anger and cut it dry You soak your tears away, now you can fry
all left aside, From all of those days that you try to hide, You lift out the anger and cut it dry, You soak your tears away, now you can fry, Your
lies, bring it down down down down down. a cripple needs crutches on the insane luck, through the genocide we see all the lies to fry fry fry watch the
cannot see, but I know you're sick and I do not mind that you try anticipate about the world inside and take some more and fry your mind Hunter S Thompson
got two clips, I still preach Motherfuckers around had to be Christians And I got a problem I suppose, but I know I'm gon solve it with a 4-4, ten-six on fry
freezin I might throw the big gat To your six pack Click clack Let me git that Make it quick black Fuck the chit chat Why y'all test Knowin these hot slugs will fry
haunt the sultan's dreams yes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober sky don't you dare lay down your spear and die, oh small fry (small fry) crime of
King Just] Now which one of ya'll could do it like I? I guess you the reason they put "pumpk" in the pie Quicker sea fry, hang glide slide K.J. go way
circumstance stop me G.I. Joe, O.G., Desert E's, Desert fatigues Dry weather gear for the desert breeze 140° degrees, I can barely breathe Toast bread and fry
you when you done, there's more product to come I even supply coppers and doctors and ball players A few politicians, some Jews, a few Christians I even
in my melting eyes Mutant christ, loving christ Know me with thine naked eyes Holy christ, one tenth the size So unlike the other christs God-
Kno exhanging verses: (Kno rapping)] [Deacon] The music makes me high even though I stay away from canibus, like Wyclef (Deacon and Kno, fry sets.) Similar to Christ
cancer Killing her slow like the feds did to the black panthers The genesis of genocide is like a pagan religion Carefully hidden woven into the holidays of a Christian
[Chorus] It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend [
try? What was preached, what we reached when we touched the sky Or is it just a fuckin' lie? So many funerals, I can't even fuckin' cry Just get drunk and smoke, let my brains fry
tape on your windows Block your ears and close your eyes But it won't make a blind bit of difference You won't have to watch yourself fry If you find
I saw the dark cloud brewing I saw the rivers fry I saw the water rising I saw the angry sky I saw the seeds of sorrow written in golden blood I saw the