Collectivist behavior got me feelin' disturbed.
Individualistic ideals are what I have learned.
I flip the bird when I see the pope, tell him to eat his words,
but he hasn't said shit yet, at least nothing worth being heard.
Carry my convictions all the way up through the Vatican
while being followed by thousands of disease-ridden Africans.
You say the same shit every time, it better not be that again.
Close your fucking mouth or save the world from the state that it's in.
If drinking the blood of Christ is a holy sacrament,
then me and the rappers in my crew some holy fucking chapel men.
We get drunk at communion and say it was by accident,
then get caught in the back with a blunt of kush a'crackling.
I would eat this bread, but it's the dead flesh of a Jewish man.
That'd make me a cannibal, and man that shit ain't happening.
Zombie Jesus tanning booth, getting himself a bluish tan.
Think of that when you clasp your hands, you fucking clueless fans.
Give me a minute. I'm sure in an argument I win it.
It's hard when credit is hindered by me being a cynic,
but really I just point out people praying in the clinic.
This shit ain't crpytic, and I know I'm not the only critic.
I'll cut off your fucking arms and see if praying heals it.
The power of suggestion can make anything appealing.
This is me suggesting, so you best begin to feel it.
Nevermind you're bleeding out, so you must start with it be dealing.
Words exit your mind and then they end right at the ceiling.
Maybe from your mouth if you're speaking while your kneeling.
Hoping for the objective can be quite revealing.
It's not your faith I'm stealing; it's your head I'm leaving reeling.
I know I'm not the best at this. I'll recommend some books to read,
though I doubt you'll ever read them, not until your head is freed.
I'll leave your brain a bleeding. Your kids, watch what you feed them.
By sixteen they'll be doing the deed, no condoms so they're breeding.
Pound your book harder. Hit that shit like a war drum.
Drown out the protests of atheist whore scum.
Say you're from the ghetto, but I really know where you're from.
Suburbs ain't so bad, but the hood would be much more fun.
Middle aged priests trying to relate to teenagers.
Telling them forgiveness is exclusive to the creator.
According to most Christians, smoking, God forbids,
but religion is like tobacco, mostly aimed at kids.