Archie Bang - Blasphemy Lyrics
Yeah let the choir say call the prayerSons of Abraham have fallen whereTestim is rejected often is fastWhere the money is acceptedGuys forget they lessonsTrying to keep my soulBut I'm falling inIn the street quick swim, circle swimOutcasted, take a walk with them*****ing lady justiceComing down in scalesHomey wait, Imma get my niggers outta jailSold'em a dream, a cocaine *****esStaying the same, here's a lotto ticketTry your luck but find yourself cuffedIn the back of the truck like let's make aDeal, was it good for the outcome what it takes to make realDoing number 2 but come out rodent, verminCarriers on the stitch closed curtainsFriday mixing lots, Saturday mixing templesSaturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay throughMonday I'm back to groupies getting hit in the windowFriday mixing lots, Saturday mixing templesSaturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay throughMonday I'm back to groupies getting hit in the windowLosing my religion, major understatementMight find it on the blood stained pavementThis what an adolescence, stained withAnd stainless steel braceletsBroken homes in the value getting moneyGot these niggers running around like King Kong KobeGo for the low and the gut is so lonelyIn a see full of seals the...goesRespect of the law don't exist where they coming fromFell 4 years pris, I bought one lightsThe truth cutting deep, got knocked to my kneesBack on my feet, stuck the past...Before I could see, call it blasphemyCall it GrammyLet me give a ***** if you got one you gimmeFriday mixing lots, Saturday mixing templesSaturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay throughMonday I'm back to groupies getting hit in the windowFriday mixing lots, Saturday mixing templesSaturday gave confessions to the evil, let us pay throughMonday I'm back to groupies getting hit in the windowWho are you carryin all those bricks for?God? Is that it? God?Well I tell yaLet me give you a little inside information about GodGod likes to watchHe's a pranksterThink about itHe gives man instinctsHe gives you this extraordinary giftAnd then what does He doI swear for His own amusement,His own private, cosmic gag reelHe sets the rules in oppositionIt's the goof of all timeLook but don't touch
