Missionaries

Sometimes I feel like a nut

for the things I think

A sacrilegious indifference to the facts

Black ink equals truth

for the sheep they shepherd

to the senseless slaughter

This has to stop

before someone gets hurt

I'll be damned if I'll be

the sacrifice that's burnt for your sins

Yeah, you made mad skins...

But did you bleed this way...

I can't feel what you see

and I never expected your view

would look much like me

I never intended to cow-tow

to your values and

you never respected me

How could you insist I

enlist in a mission for you

Back me up on the mic (yeah)

as I rip shit up

I'll make a salad from the greens

that your mom kicked up for your rent

Man my back is bent and my

throat is raw

Back to the point, that I earned mine first

before I let somebody's mighty dollar

do my work, it's my (what),

lust, for these beats I trust

that makes me scream this way...

Feed this...

best believe it...

for the best i's erected

To save you...

from the pain that...

your mind has neglected to

see, you tutor me that

the pain can be swallowed

The intestine

canät digest it...

it'll leave you so hollow

Leave you so hollow

(park it!)

I can't feel what you see

-no never

I can't feel what you see

-God damn beacause

-God damn beacause