Sick Religion

Hit religion

Dirty Dike

Mr. J rap, Dr. Skuff

SMB, what

Smoke my beef

It's the D.O.C

I tell you man we don't like trees

We all fall down just don't mind me

Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say

You'll never get to heaven 'less you dress a certain way

Stop that, watch this, stand up straight

The devil knows you're reppin' yes your flesh will burn in flames

Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say

You'll never get to heaven 'less you dress a certain way

Stop that, watch this, stand up straight

The devil knows you're reppin' yes your flesh will burn in flames

I got a friend who never used to believe in god

We'd smoke weed in the evening and speak a lot

And get lean at a scenic spot, what a dream

But he'd preach how he's weak and we need to stop

Cause he see's it as being lost, but I could still smoke pot

Be easy and keep a job

But Josh deeply perceived that the demon wants

A little piece of our species we need to squash

I disagree and nod

Cause isn't Jesus God?

What Christians seek, it all seems to clock

My whole feelings of whether I believe or not

I want reason to not, what the preachers got?

I want freedom, my dreaming is seeming blocked

But he's just odd, screaming from steeple tops

How it's easy to sneak off and be your boss

But when our breathing stops we'd all see the cost

But in a logical sense it seems fake and suss

To make a fuss and give away your faith and trust

Plus I rate, lust, take drugs, hate and cuss

And chase more fucking ladies that Satan does

I'm not aiming for space in the place above

It's just pen to my paper as brains discuss in ways that just

Make my state of trust flake to dust

Now my vision is a hazy fuzz

See Josh ain't wasted, he's saving bucks

Claims this way is his way of waking up, a nature rush

Much like the same as drugs, that I've blatantly taken

It's strange as fuck!

So I patiently wait in my atheist hut

Feeling flaky as fuck, thinking maybe its luck

Is my mate going crazy or making it up?

I'm pacing with Satan and raising my trust

Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say

You'll never get to heaven 'less you dress a certain way

Stop that, watch this, stand up straight

The devil knows you're reppin' yes your flesh will burn in flames

Knees bent, arms straight, do as I say

You'll never get to heaven 'less you dress a certain way

Stop that, watch this, stand up straight

The devil knows you're reppin' yes your flesh will burn in flames

Welcome to the yow of the tower of babel

Using intuition superstition do what town says to

Follow traditions and missions where your a towns fables

Pray to the heavens and settlements