Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken
Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen
Riding around without a fuck given
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
Blasphemy becomes me while priests are preying in churches
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose
She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness
Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
He thought his problem would be solved by visiting churches,
Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
I eat these skaters like chicken
Work straight out the kitchen
We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
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