eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling their lies While your TV's change stations, scroll messages Victims and Christians
of thee From the squalor and the filth and the misery How we laugh up here in Heaven, prayers you offer me That's why I love mankind The Christians
thee From the squalor and the filth and the misery How we laugh up here in Heaven At the prayers you offer me That's why I love mankind" Christians
not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ
when she's laughin' Fat bloody fingers Are suckin' your soul Away, away, away Away, away I'm a rabbit in your headlights Christian suburbanite Washed down the toilet Money to burn
I'm going to a town that has already been burned down I'm going to a place that is already been disgraced I'm gonna see some folks who have already been
So if you play wit fire you know you gone get burned My life is in denial, finally my turn So if you play wit fire, you know you gone get burned I'm
c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!') And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!') 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!') Raah! A newspaper burns
Yeah.....Yo...... Hey yo my cocaine's whiter than colgate, And when Christ come imma go relocate. Finish off the dimes, Big slabs of crack, writin my
and glass plates hit the floor and shattered Three Blind Mice heard the noise and scattered Front door was open, welcome mat was soakin' The blood of Christ
the light, Deep into the night, Of daily mars among the stars, In that distant land, [killah priest] So I begin, between, the media right, now walk like christ
the focus and roast energy toward the enemy Now in burnin' G's, chemically enforce infinity Attack, third eye, what occurred my, vocal form into a storm Went blow burnin
follow me inside This is the time, the twisted mind of Priest White wolves leap out the woods Bite at the hoves of all the horses Return like Christ in
masters who crafted ecclesiastics Telepathics, communicate by telegraphics Bomb and corrupt Catholics Tie 'em to the stake like Joan of Arc then burn '
But 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
the symbol that was meant to represent The freedom of so called choice and dissent They almost had me believin' it, they were bleedin' him He said, "Burn baby, burn
wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga go home Verse one: Yo, it's burning in paris
't no hope left in me, live everyday like it's my last Waitin' to meet my that passed At last I could meet Christ, ask Him why the You died on the cross