Last Supper
Oh, yes, there will be blood
Burn at the stake, bitch, hoe
I'm not the one that you should fuck with, no
I lost my soul up in the mosh pit, cunt
And you are just another fuckwit, so why you talkin' shit?
I hope that you choke on the vomit in your throat
Bitch, I hope that you end up in a motherfuckin' hole
At the day that you die, I bet no one's gonna cry
No one's gonna shed a tear, you are just a fuckin' nonce
Hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics
I hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics
I hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics
I hit with the crucifix
I was talkin' to the priest and asked him, "Do you have some dope?"
He said, "Fuck yeah, bitch, I got like fuckin' 50 pounds of dope"
"Bitch, I feed it to my nuns, and then I feed it to my bluds"
"Wash that blood all over floor so I can fuck them in the nuts"
It's the last supper, motherfucker, eat your plate
You know Jesus not the type of bloke that you should disobey
Put your life, some soda, pepper, coke or Pepsi, lemonade
Bitch, you can't have everythin', but you'll never see the game (that's your flame)
London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down
London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down
London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down
London Bridge is fallin' down, my fair lady
Burn at the stake, bitch, hoe
I'm not the one that you should fuck with, no
I lost my soul up in the mosh pit, cunt
And you are just another fuckwit, so why you talkin' shit?
I hope that you choke on the vomit in your throat
Bitch, I hope that you end up in a motherfuckin' hole
At the day that you die, I bet no one's gonna cry
No one's gonna shed a tear, you are just a fuckin' nonce
Hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics
I hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics
I hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics
I hit with the crucifix
I was talkin' to the priest and asked him, "Do you have some dope?"
He said, "Fuck yeah, bitch, I got like fuckin' 50 pounds of dope"
"Bitch, I feed it to my nuns, and then I feed it to my bluds"
"Wash that blood all over floor so I can fuck them in the nuts"
It's the last supper, motherfucker, eat your plate
You know Jesus not the type of bloke that you should disobey
Put your life, some soda, pepper, coke or Pepsi, lemonade
Bitch, you can't have everythin', but you'll never see the game (that's your flame)
London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down
London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down
London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down
London Bridge is fallin' down, my fair lady
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Writer(s): Zdenek Vesely
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