CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Mushinronsha
It's the arrival of the double-barrel rock salt messiah
Point a burner at your favorite Catholic, watch 'em feel the fire
Feeling no remorse, apathetic, if you codependent
Creeping like a filthy leech and never let your god forget it
Forgetful when I'm sipping on a half a cup of lean
Leaning with the llama, bring it to the eyes and aim between
Steady mobbing with a follow-up to f**k you up
We punch a preacher in his throat so when he's choking I can tell him
The words of the Devil that were written with unholy blood
Stolen from a virgin like the innocence he's holding up
Now I can cleanse my soul with hypocritical sins
Of a dirty clergy, murking anybody with the .30, [?]
Got the blood [?] dark side coursing through my veins
Change my name to savior when I slay [?]
The voices in my head and on my shoulder don't exist
But if they did they'd be the Devil that you try to meddle with
Shoot up and shatter your glass house with a metal clip
Clip these f**king chumps who rip and dip, we [?]
Hahaha, and I'm 'bout that
Know I'm really 'bout it, aight
We self-destructive in our tendencies of apathy
I cut my soul in seven and hung pieces like tapastry
And made a masterpiece, I'm masterful at piecing together
A couple lies that make you feel better than half of me
Point a burner at your favorite Catholic, watch 'em feel the fire
Feeling no remorse, apathetic, if you codependent
Creeping like a filthy leech and never let your god forget it
Forgetful when I'm sipping on a half a cup of lean
Leaning with the llama, bring it to the eyes and aim between
Steady mobbing with a follow-up to f**k you up
We punch a preacher in his throat so when he's choking I can tell him
The words of the Devil that were written with unholy blood
Stolen from a virgin like the innocence he's holding up
Now I can cleanse my soul with hypocritical sins
Of a dirty clergy, murking anybody with the .30, [?]
Got the blood [?] dark side coursing through my veins
Change my name to savior when I slay [?]
The voices in my head and on my shoulder don't exist
But if they did they'd be the Devil that you try to meddle with
Shoot up and shatter your glass house with a metal clip
Clip these f**king chumps who rip and dip, we [?]
Hahaha, and I'm 'bout that
Know I'm really 'bout it, aight
We self-destructive in our tendencies of apathy
I cut my soul in seven and hung pieces like tapastry
And made a masterpiece, I'm masterful at piecing together
A couple lies that make you feel better than half of me
