Sunday

Who else wants to tell me how to do this life When they aren't living Tell me that we're going to hell When we're all sinning Advise me of my needs Crucify me and my fiends Acting like they know my streets Acting all brand new We be in the church with the middle finger up We be in the church with the middle finger up We be in the church and we don't give a f*ck We be in the church with the middle finger up Every word spoken So clear and concise Each word busting skulls so precise No goals just a whole vein of ice And No home bitch so I sleep under moonlight Eclipsed in my mind So im starting to find No salvation in sight But that's alright Know I ain't kind Each word said lined See even fucking up the blind Ain't a skater but i grind do a bump and slide inside Bet they thought by now I'd be turned around Assume position and made them proud Focus on the accolades stopped talking bout all the fucking stops he made And all the time betrayed Back up bitch behave Go ahead and burn the sage Already stuck in our ways so no not gonna change The pen to attract em Each word to distract em Villain tactics Suburbs frantic We just laughing Cuz we ain't changing shit Heater flashing About that action We ain't acting Don't you wanna be like 50 cent Fill you up like I did that little bitch Abort them kids were the worst seeds We don't really give a shit We don't really give a f*ck We be in the church with the mother fucking middle fingers up We be in the church with the middle finger up Im like Gacy or Bundy 6 bodies in my Humvee Feeding off your misery I think that shit so funny Never leave a finger print Cuz that's rookie shit you dummy Don't do this cuz I need to Bitch I do it cuz I love it Ha! We be in the church with the middle finger up. We be in the church with the middle finger up We be in the church and we don't give a f*ck We be in the church with the middle finger up Dont get offended I'm just fucking demented Let out my demons when I speak them in lyrics Smoke meth ain't embarrassed Bitch I'm not parents I'll tweak til I'm toothless So broke that I'm roofless My addiction is ruthless I thought that you knew this I need peace to get through this F*ck that I need a piece to get through this Bitch I'm not a Buddhist More like a Muslim But Allah my bombs They get through customs Lyrical napalm when I drop em on a bus of school on children no remorse homie f*ck em We are different breeds you are not like us We re not the same I bite the hand that feeds Just to see when it bleeds Smoke twack while I smoke weed While your little sister steady swallows my seed We be in the church with the middle finger up