Gee Watts - Church текст песни

This is hate so get some gas and fly,
Boy seems rock now they so rock and is fine
These babies still die, right after type
Is no guy, this my life and constantly I play
They vide and colape
That mean ...is in the batterfield
That toxic air from way down base,
My chatter feel, rather still cuz we rather still
As you can see my education is feeling
Tragic they will, you blusting they kill, faster, drags and lams close
I'm so imagine their will
Demons, Lucifer you write this
The world behind close door spitritual real beens
Profit corporation is the nation that we feed it
Stakes man gone, better do some wide
I'm here to restore the feeling
Then not to do no preature, far slaighing always balling
I'm just not feed ‚em
They box coped me up inspire my new regions
Tehnicly from ym sit the nerve, the nerce is what you need it
And that's worth from dollars on day, thay pay even , even
So tell me how the hell do you believe in? Church
And now it's set just for the homies
And my course say click, click, bang, bang , click, click, bang, bang
Boy do your damn think
Click, click, bang, bang
Click, click, bang, bang
Click, click, bang, bang
Boy do your damn think
Click, click, bang, bang
Click, click, bang, bang
Yeah, it's the same thing, lies on alongtools, sukers believe anything
Say it and don't care, do before they pary shit
Look he's hungry dog, and it's natural with his different spirit
Cracks on the lighters, real dude, real D.
Prostitute, snake nigga, ooh my, my, my
Ooh my G., G.
And I'm gonna stay that, dark night right there explain back
How saying that berry that fame back
Chuppeble rapper any, knocking this trap play back
Return in black with noise, no fear of that ages with all that jungle ooh yeah
Bounce back, house back, even the present will lie desing ain't got the mouse trips
You getting more beans with hundred dummy
This track to track with paper tell ‚em you need money
Bitch with my middle role, pussy with my gum,
I'm gone too deep for we call it so
Ooh let me back check, run up in that hop fat
Analogy's pary so could rap until you grab that
Try to strore the feel
When I was a coke, I knew that I was a dope still
Near cook, click, click, bang, bang
Click, click, bang, bang
That's the song I requaire and sing
Click, click, bang, bang
Click, click, bang, bang
Click, click, bang, bang
Click, click, bang, bang
Boy do your damn thing
Now do the double work in my Sunday best
First steps feel in fligher then rum way check
He will let that thang move, they see drums get away
Won't take no advice unless we gonna play safe
He digging full of shit, instead I'm fully your will
I turn to be a bully with torch and wipes
No love, no death and no plans pull o your dick
I'm original man, you a bithc, I;mma real
This ain't no God, we do what find good
And a bottom of a bottom get's a rain full of dope
I don't trust your minister, I don't trust your vote
Where else I'm suppose to ge, I mean at the end of my role