totally fuckin' positive Be a dull and boring conservative Fuck your book Fuck your smile Fuck your rule Fuck your luck Think of it - Asshole That I'm sick
: Wolves beset this fallen church of blasphemy Orgies in blood shall deflorate its purity Defecate on the liars book of sick belief No one shall be saved
practice a faith that's been long abandoned Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road Ain't talkin', just walkin' My mule is sick, my horse is blind
pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest
: (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard) Killah Priest... King of Sodom Landed on a sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged Insane, preachin God's
the only sound you hear Till your broken body's bleedin' on an altar made of stone And you've sacrificed your soul to please a world that's sick and
I'll cut you all open. I'll see what's inside you Or what's missing. While this virgin, Your daughter, Skirt down in the altar- She don't owe you a God
I bored you full of holes, Lucretia, saw you crease up in a ball, as if you swallowed your own poison followed as you crawled up to the altar.
Satan gave me a taco And it made me really sick The chicken was all raw And the grease was mighty thick The rice was all rancid And the beans were so
Killah Priest, King of Sodom Landed on a sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet Head bandaged, insane Preachin' God's commandment, feel me I move through
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road Ain't talkin', just walkin' My mule is sick, my horse is
undertakers Digging their own graves The altar full of tongues Of fluent politicians Altar of suffering Of the holocaust The towns of grey sick faces
in bare traffic It gets drastic But He's fantastic and attractin' Never packin' Now I'm fastin' (Hazard)With passion How can I get this life everlastin'? Sick
Wolves beset this fallen church of blasphemy Orgies in blood shall deflorate its purity Defecate on the liars book of sick belief No one shall be saved
Anne The sick got sicker and the well got ill Your congregation said, "You lost 'God's Will'" You ran to the altar, said another prayer You ran to the altar
In the church of saint anne The sick got sicker and the well got ill Your congregation said you lost "god's will" You ran to the altar,said
come to your altar and then there's just nothing And she keeps insisting the sutures and bruises are none of my business She says that she's sick but
