I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental
Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
But i chose lonesome instead- hitting bitches not so wholesome in bed
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange
I chose to keep pressin' on the pedal, after we mourn
I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform
Still lay low between the treble and the bass though
Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Chose to elevate instead of reading corinthians
If we focus on unity instead of separation
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.
And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone
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