yes I was born in a tree
this was how I came to be
crucified, died, was buried
bloodied like the virgin mary\
makeup all over the place
I don't have time to say grace
hooded robes, bloody crosses
tally up my fuckin' losses
now there's poison on my tongue
and it's sweet as fuckin' cum
now just open up your legs
'cause satan always begs
smoke that crack rock for a while
run your mouth a fuckin' mile
burn the stakes, raise me twenty
you want drugs?
well I've got plenty
bitch I got plenty
my soul's dirty like a whore
I like to sacrifice a boar
you might laugh but I'm all fury
run now bitch, you better hurry
I got blood all on my nails
I don't care who you fuckin' hail
it should be me, I'm holy holy
if you don't I'll kill you slowly
now I sit, sip some tea
you will be crying on your knees
and I don't care, that shit is funny
and the drugs, bitch I got plenty
what? you want some, come to me
I don't care who will fuckin' see
I gave you shit now where's the money
you want drugs bitch?
I gave you plenty
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