False Prophets / Box Cutter

Christians comin'
They bummin'
And runnin' to their last resort
Of conquest contracept
Wearin' those detention reps
Cuz goddy money be crumbly
For all your brethren
Point repetitive like estrogen
Ya son injecting
Old news you still hatin'
If he gay you claim the wrath of Satan
Baddy acid picture paintin'
The false prophet it is non stoppin'
The foot of god is stompin'
And his fist clobberin'
Rest ya mind instead the ottoman
Jesus you a Mary Sue
But they still gon' pray for you
As if you didn't trick the Jews
And they were wrong for killing you
Faggot
You time lapse
Like pages in the Bible
Hipster reading on iMacs
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I grab the box cutter
You step back
You shutter
So sharp it might slice you up clean like you butter
Might stab a knife in your throat
Right in the tracia
As if I don't wanna get baked with ya
Yeah
I'm like Yonkers
And you Bruno Mars
Fuck with me one more time
I'll leave ya neck full of scars
My dark silhouette might haunt ya
Like Tuco Salamanca
Haunted the cartel
I'm skating like Na-Kel
In a dream like Rockwell
I'm just fuckin wit ya