holy water!

Yeah Uh uh, uh uh, real Slipped through the cold to take a trip out to that holy field and be doused in that holy water I can't be broke, I know some things that might just make them bills flatter than I'm used to And it's practice so I'm used to it Immaculate conception I was born for this and I was made to win Look I was torn but now I rip this wind like shredded cheese I lie on top of this bed of beasts And lay my head to sleep Just for an hour so I can run shit I do it in my sleep It's all within my reach And God willing I fall in to get up on my feet Yeah Slipping through the cold to take a trip out to that holy field and be doused in that holy water Trips out to that holy field to be doused in that holy water And be one with my holy father Hova, season