| Hit religion
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| Dirty Dike
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| Mr. J rap, Dr. Skuff
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| SMB, what
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| Smoke my beef
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| It’s the D.O.C
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| I tell you man we don’t like trees
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| We all fall down just don’t mind me
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| Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say
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| You’ll never get to Heaven 'less you dress a certain way
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| Stop that, watch this, stand up straight
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| The devil knows you’re reppin' yes your flesh will burn in flames
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| I got a friend who never used to believe in god
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| We’d smoke weed in the evening and speak a lot
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| And get lean at a scenic spot, what a dream
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| But he’d preach how he’s weak and we need to stop
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| Cause he see’s it as being lost, but I could still smoke pot
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| Be easy and keep a job
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| But Josh deeply perceived that the demon wants
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| A little piece of our species we need to squash
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| I disagree and nod
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| Cause isn’t Jesus god?
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| What Christians seek, it all seems to clock
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| My whole feelings of whether I believe or not
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| I want reason to not, what the preachers got?
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| I want freedom, my dreaming is seeming blocked
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| But he’s just odd, screaming from steeple tops
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| How it’s easy to sneak off and be your boss
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| But when our breathing stops we’d all see the cost
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| But in a logical sense it seems fake and suss
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| To make a fuss and give away your faith and trust
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| Plus I rate, lust, take drugs, hate and cuss
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| And chase more fucking ladies that Satan does
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| I’m not aiming for space in the place above
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| It’s just pen to my paper as brains discuss in ways that just
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| Make my state of trust flake to dust
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| Now my vision is a hazy fuzz
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| See Josh ain’t wasted, he’s saving bucks
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| Claims this way is his way of waking up, a nature rush
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| Much like the same as drugs, that I’ve blatantly taken
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| It’s strange as fuck!
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| So I patiently wait in my atheist hut
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| Feeling flaky as fuck, thinking maybe its luck
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| Is my mate going crazy or making it up?
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| I’m pacing with Satan and raising my trust
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| Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say
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| You’ll never get to Heaven 'less you dress a certain way
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| Stop that, watch this, stand up straight
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| The devil knows you’re reppin' yes your flesh will burn in flames
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| Welcome to the yow of the tower of babel
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| Using intuition superstition do what town says to
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| Follow traditions and missions where your a towns fables
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| Pray to the heavens and settlements |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sick Religion, artist - Dirty Dike. Album song Bogies & Alcohol, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп