Fried Chicken

Gather for some food oil is heating in the frying pan Got the marinade ready stomach rumbling I'm so hungry feels like dying man what a fine plan Dump chicken in the fryer till it has a nice tan Uh take it out the plastic This chicken is looking fantastic I'm flabbergasted ready for the magic pass it Hyped like I scored a freaking hattrick Ah let's get to the real deal The real meal I serve ain't chicken Listen I see all the wicked wizardry It's time we blow the whistle Blah blah blah people keep telling me they find it difficult with me Now that I'm sooo religious preaching about Jesus Hurts these sensitive ears truth cuts like scissors And even though we just visitors in this miracle We act arrogant and cynical clinical evidence is one of the pinnacle Truths we view considerable yet so many of us are so miserable Buried in the witchcraft spirit of women like Jezebel Who's in hell listen well Jesus Christ's gonna break the spells The days of sinful spirits is counted to the minute! Can you feel it? I can't un-see it These are the endtimes oh yeah we're in it! You better strap up in the armour of the Lord I feel the grind on the train tracks and hear the beast roar! We're gonna walk and we'll never be weary! We're gonna move and we'll never be faint! The voice of the Shepherd I'm hearing Showing us the path of saints Man I know that the shadows are scary Back when I fell in to pitch black paint But the voice of the Shepherd I'm hearing His cross is the focus of my aim! This chicken looking juicy fried and crispy Make me wanna fly spin around like a frisbee feeling tipsy It's peace and love like the hippies But if you take what is mine your teeth will be kicked in Yeah that's the state of the world We drown in the hate of the world The crown and the fate of the world is failure That's what it says in the word I believe in We deceived in thinking we're the ones in control Many believe it's all just an accident But the fact is God only knows! I've had enough of music packing a Dump load of witchcraft practices Pump shows out blowing a fantastic fuzz About satan as if he had a reason to be acting up The fact is us who have Jesus will sing glory Cause all we live by is the knowledge That He's gonna keep us from falling On the day when the laughing stops! Stop acting tough Like a silverback Gorilla when you pass the block Life's unfair like a nasty cop But belief makes you rich Even if you have no bucks It's sad to watch how the bad non stop Pops out the ground like a freaking hedgehog Mushroom I hope I got you Knowing that Jesus loves you! Can you feel it? I can't un-see it These are the endtimes oh yeah we're in it! You better strap up in the armour of the Lord I feel the grind on the train tracks and hear the beast roar! We're gonna walk and we'll never be weary! We're gonna move and we'll never be faint! The voice of the Shepherd I'm hearing Showing us the path of saints Man I know that the shadows are scary Back when I fell in to pitch black paint But the voice of the Shepherd I'm hearing His cross is the focus of my aim!