Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing Alan Freed rock and rolled, Joe Turner's voice was very low B.B. King wailed Charlie
type was found all across Jesus Christ Got crucified on Lived and died on Suicide on Traces of my bloodtype Traces of my bloodtype was found at the scene of the crime When Rodney King
good Fortune for me. The lady in black said your lifeline is damned. The tarot of death card she held in her hand. Kyrie Eleison Christe Eleison Kyrie Eleison Christe
and you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! (Ha
: (Traditional) Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon
made flesh, The Babe, the Son of Mary. [Chorus] So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, Come peasant, king to own Him; The King of kings salvation brings
incense, gold, and myrrh, Come, peasant, king, to own him. the King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone him. This, this is Christ the King
funeral line Ask the reverand was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through school That's all I want like wino's want they good whisky
my room on the floor shot Tell those Christians and those sinners they can go to heaven I used my weapon, he's gon' for good I'm just tryna clean up my
say? Spill it out It's that Priest shit I've waited for this Month August, year '70, endin of my mom's pregnancy Beginnin of Masada's legacy, Christ
her window pane Staring hopeless at the gentle rain When the messenger returns telling her That her child was slain She reaches for his picture frame Open up the good
now they buried cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury Held in court, like Christ nailed to a cross Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius
teams DNA, mind is demonic survey's when you speak, they confuse you wit wordplay Claimin Christ never rose on the third day That was a Good Friday, and
of angels flying high where no mortal ever trod Singing holy holy holy holy oh Jesus Christ is the Lord Almighty God You see the good thing is you don't have to be as good
awhile. Decaying like a lightning bug just before the night. I still feel young. I caught a bad infection. I'm aging in slow motion. Start with my wrists. It's so christ
back" Sounded like the answer to the I Ain't No Joke track For a second it ain't look good Little tension buzzin' from Winedance to Brentwood Misunderstood
competition is none, now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong -- usin your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance Clothes fit