YOU READY?

I'm so ready for my blessing
I'm so ready for my miracle
Say Cheesus, nothing biblical
We settle for the whimsical
Gustatory omnipresent patron saint of flavour
Juxtaposing Pecorino with your impeccable saviour
Woke up cave ageing
Rock solid cuisine
Resurrected every time another so called prophet crosses me
Hallelujah
Cheesy holes in hands and feet
The smell of Cheetos on my teeth
I spit for all of those in need
Merlot at the supper party
Served on toast
They feed on my body of work
Hoping to get their speech in order
I nearly died of boredom

Reborn without a crown of thorns
I grab the devil by its horns
And ride along shotgun as he's having fun torching
Scorching to their core to find a decent verse in store
Bet he'd be looking hard beneath the scars
See when at war a soldier straps and Cheesus raps
He never needed any chain around his upper spine to turn the water into wine
And when it pours he reigns all across the kingdom come
Now sing along



Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Hermans
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