Charles Hamilton - Biblical Lust lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Biblical Lust lyrics]
God, have mercy on my soul to be Steve Jobs
Is hurting the globe it's hard to be me
Hard to be Steve
Means it's hard to see hard to
Witness me believing, kicking names
Kicking asses and receiving
Different blessings
And curses different spells, different
Hearses to dive into when I die it's too
Too God too odd to be true who
Rocks? Who's hot in the booth?
Now, who's got jewels that rock? Who
Copped the blue drop? Fuck
Ma$e I don't want to be such a disgrace god
Carry me embarrass me with all my
Sins i'll call you again
When I say a prayer nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
I pray that you wouldn't mind being my whore
Sometimes I can't say the rhymes that are in
My mind i simply let my spirit
Intertwine with my tongue speaking
Acts 2 and 38 to rap is too cool
But wait dirtiness has MCs saying
They are absurd when
They spit but truly it's the nerves that
I give they get the flow from
Me i kiss their chick's
Ovaries why do I like to
Lick vagina? I'm the king, they
Should be getting behind me! As in
In the past as in, i dug in their ass like
Hacksaw but that's all
Folks! Like Pig like Porky like this
Like it's not enough to like
This you got to love it you got to dig it
Dug it i don't write shit
When I say a prayer nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
I pray that you wouldn't mind being my whore
Invaded by Rice Raiders at night
They can't wait until I
Write but God, you understand
My plight god damn, you're a chick! I wish
I could hold you my hands are legit
I can hold myself i
Hold control so much control when
I hold my soul but
I overdose inside a Christian chick the
Difference is your Christianity to wishful
Families is what I do when I pray and
You can move and spew in my
Face spit when you get drunk this is
What happens when I spit when I
Get drunk nothing seems to
Matter anymore it's just
Me and the matter I'm bored the
Matter at hand is holding your hand and
Making love to you so what, dance
When I say a prayer nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
I pray that you wouldn't mind being my whore
Is hurting the globe it's hard to be me
Hard to be Steve
Means it's hard to see hard to
Witness me believing, kicking names
Kicking asses and receiving
Different blessings
And curses different spells, different
Hearses to dive into when I die it's too
Too God too odd to be true who
Rocks? Who's hot in the booth?
Now, who's got jewels that rock? Who
Copped the blue drop? Fuck
Ma$e I don't want to be such a disgrace god
Carry me embarrass me with all my
Sins i'll call you again
When I say a prayer nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
I pray that you wouldn't mind being my whore
Sometimes I can't say the rhymes that are in
My mind i simply let my spirit
Intertwine with my tongue speaking
Acts 2 and 38 to rap is too cool
But wait dirtiness has MCs saying
They are absurd when
They spit but truly it's the nerves that
I give they get the flow from
Me i kiss their chick's
Ovaries why do I like to
Lick vagina? I'm the king, they
Should be getting behind me! As in
In the past as in, i dug in their ass like
Hacksaw but that's all
Folks! Like Pig like Porky like this
Like it's not enough to like
This you got to love it you got to dig it
Dug it i don't write shit
When I say a prayer nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
I pray that you wouldn't mind being my whore
Invaded by Rice Raiders at night
They can't wait until I
Write but God, you understand
My plight god damn, you're a chick! I wish
I could hold you my hands are legit
I can hold myself i
Hold control so much control when
I hold my soul but
I overdose inside a Christian chick the
Difference is your Christianity to wishful
Families is what I do when I pray and
You can move and spew in my
Face spit when you get drunk this is
What happens when I spit when I
Get drunk nothing seems to
Matter anymore it's just
Me and the matter I'm bored the
Matter at hand is holding your hand and
Making love to you so what, dance
When I say a prayer nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
Nothing matters any more
I pray that you wouldn't mind being my whore