I know you think that i?m worthless I know you think that you?re sure it?s not right for Me and you?re daughter to be What we want to be She just wants
next noble pursuit Buy any willing politician with the excess loot Now in Ronald Reagan's pocket, pushing outwards from home To Ariel Sharone and countless other
and I assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor TV and radio, ban questionable books, and contribute to many other Godly services. No longer will young Christian
I wonder if these whack niggaz realize they whack And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap Inspired by black Muslims and Christians Pushin' cutlasses, dope, and other
're the United States Marines We know you've all been killing each other For at least two thousand years But we're here now To protect the family Of Christian
the other side?" I'm a book A poem By Leonard Cohen Son of the dice man And I won't stop throwing I'm Boris Karloff The man they could not hang I'm a ruffneck romantic Talkin' that slang I'm Jesus Christ
except me and me alone I found my enemy's home was in my soul [Chorus: x2] What could inhibit a habit The dark corners lurking Demonic principalities when other
slick disguised as entertainer Rated R a dappin sour, and set some ties to space ships A nuclear device headed for Jupiter where network tv keeps her
dressed temptin' him to lust and fall. He keep the TV off, videos just make him feel that he ain't really nothin' without money, girls and shiny wheels. The other
all I'm trying to say I know you don't Ev'ryones' care, ev'ryone, ev'ryone, how the what the fuck you say But I know what's going on who bought the other
painted blood from door to door Canonized in scripture and in black and white And I?ve read about my Jesus Christ And I?ve received His sacrifice But is it turn the other
can sit here and wait but he never returns till real late? then the father tried asking another question but the clerk went back to watching his tv
If it was worth spendin' money then we actually might So much crap on the mic, labels ain't actin' right Making cash from the hype like The Passion of the Christ
You ain't never seen me balling out at the bar right? I don't rock my ice and bounce foreign cars And my Rover ain't the hottest Rover you ever seen That ain't a TV
And I assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor TV and radio Ban questionable books, and contribute to many other Godly services No longer will young Christian
eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling their lies While your TV's change stations, scroll messages Victims and Christians
Claim my insurance polucy Hmmmmm... So bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Go ahead London) (Crazy) Watch TV