| My mother used to say
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| A bad penny finds its own way to hell
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| They lovingly fashion they own crosses
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| Beg me to drive the nails
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| Followed the devil to the high place, the pinnacle
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| The wilderness vibrate, do-gooders miserable
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| The pilate silent but that’s a signal too
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| The Pyrex violent, the group home living proof
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| Like dying and coming back black as a dead tooth
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| Roman lions, Blue Angels through the retractable roof
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| Aloof Posdnuos I used to be embarrassed of
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| Brothers reduced to that «do you like rap?» |
| hustle
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| Back before your man let the mack off on forty-deuce
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| Negros say, «let's stick together» then make funny moves
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| Black is beautiful brother, but it ain’t super glue
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| Guffaw what’s left of the truth under his cuticles, duke
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| You be dead in a cubicle 'fore you recoup
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| Christianity is cultural appropriation, papists
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| Free masons, Mason Betha came out the church like Satan
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| Burst out that house of worship, that thing flamin', no amen
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| Shoot the gift 'til it smell like metal shavings
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| Shoot the shit 'til I’m certain they’re idiots, then relax
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| Brazen, facts, the next nice neighborhood I move to
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| You lot get first crack, the dark skin Van Peebles
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| Made the rounds with the Watermelon Man sequel
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| Did Jay actually listen to D’Evils?
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| Or did he just skim through it?
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| I took the Shyne to ‘em and turned Jewish
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| In the prophecy… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Eucharist , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Shrines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп