Archie Bang

Archie Bang - Blasphemy lyrics

rate me

Yeah let the choir say call the prayer

Sons of Abraham have fallen where

Testim is rejected often is fast

Where the money is accepted

Guys forget they lessons

Trying to keep my soul

But I’m falling in

In the street quick swim, circle swim

Outcasted, take a walk with them

Fucking lady justice

Coming down in scales

Homey wait, Imma get my niggers outta jail

Sold’em a dream, a cocaine bitches

Staying the same, here’s a lotto ticket

Try your luck but find yourself cuffed

In the back of the truck like let’s make a

Deal, was it good for the outcome what it takes to make real

Doing number 2 but come out rodent, vermin

Carriers on the stitch closed curtains

Friday mixing lots, Saturday mixing temples

Saturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay through

Monday I’m back to groupies getting hit in the window

Friday mixing lots, Saturday mixing temples

Saturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay through

Monday I’m back to groupies getting hit in the window

Losing my religion, major understatement

Might find it on the blood stained pavement

This what an adolescence, stained with

And stainless steel bracelets

Broken homes in the value getting money

Got these niggers running around like King Kong Kobe

Go for the low and the gut is so lonely

In a see full of seals the...goes

Respect of the law don’t exist where they coming from

Fell 4 years pris, I bought one lights

The truth cutting deep, got knocked to my knees

Back on my feet, stuck the past...

Before I could see, call it blasphemy

Call it Grammy

Let me give a fuck if you got one you gimme

Friday mixing lots, Saturday mixing temples

Saturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay through

Monday I’m back to groupies getting hit in the window

Friday mixing lots, Saturday mixing temples

Saturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay through

Monday I’m back to groupies getting hit in the window

Who are you carryin all those bricks for?

God? Is that it? God?

Well I tell ya

Let me give you a little inside information about God

God likes to watch

He's a prankster

Think about it

He gives man instincts

He gives you this extraordinary gift

And then what does He do

I swear for His own amusement,

His own private, cosmic gag reel

He sets the rules in opposition

It's the goof of all time

Look but don't touch

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