this some kind of holy test? To stitch the trademarks off my chest To get up, walk outside my head On a holy search for angeltread The moon within it
tied up Task folks tried us, masked up 9 up Masked up, blast up, ass up partner Give a nigga a couple grand, have ya ass a wonderland Walkin? with dat holy
in it, represent it If ya in it, represent it If ya in it and ya down If ya wit it, represent it Ay yo, I trample those that mess wit hoes And just
] First a nigga (the Juice) look in the white pages for this bitch (trick) Mafia-style nigga (fool) cause you don't know who ya f**kin with (messin with
in your face where I can see through you Holy me, you got devils in your sleeves With the bull in your court you're bound to make a mess of me 'Cause
Innocent women. Hacked to pieces The killer smears and fondles The BLOODY MESS!!!! I can't help, but look I can't help, but stare!! Razor blades slicing
Come on strong girl, lay the heavy trick on me The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be Make me baby, make me know you really care Make me
You're no me Can't see the forest for all The green, it all gets in my way Can't dig a desert without The need for old religion, for holy grails And
t be well to be wealthy But you've got to be whole to be holy Fetch the rope, fetch the clock, fetch the priest. Oh this planet of ours is a mess I bet
, come on Come on, come on, be good to me Here it comes Here it comes Holy Joe Here it comes Here it comes Holy Joe Here it comes Here it comes Holy
when you kneel to pray Blow a little kiss to the hypocrites Good God knows when you turn the other cheek Which direction you're pointing it [holy shit. holy
's not enough to tear me up you need to watch me as I drop Lying here, in the wreckage of a life hit me hard , push me down while you stand your holy
Release the spirit that be spittin' these lyrics, you can't react There is no come back for those who come wack Leave you shook with a hook from the Holy
sent To defend freedom and our nation And thank goodness Bush is our President Don't mess with America Or we'll beat you red, white, and blue Don't mess
the lights is dim reckon' I'd stop for the night. Ths sign out front said vacancy so, I punched the bell. Dog mess everywhere I stepped Holy cow, Oh
it began I?m not trying to be clever I?m just saying what I am Ophelia Oh, I?m turning over will And I?m cleaning up this holy mess I made Everything
to clear my sights tonight so hear me out baby and dry your eyes i'd write it out but it would just seem trite i'm pulling out of here with holy spite