Charles Hamilton - Popping God's Collar lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Popping God's Collar lyrics]
At (S) , Charles Hamilton, Jr
At (E) , Jack Splash - I won't reveal your middle name
At (G) George Massa - I see you, Antoinette
Time to do it like the (A)
My suicidal ways been moving out
The way the brewing
I can say anything as long as I can stir
It like a witch permanent psychic shit word
That I can spit is gospel like except
When I got the mic I'm
The gothic type god exists or I'm
A queer said that quite clear, my
Baby mama clear indeed, but queer is
Taking over this heresy god
Forgive me for my homosexual
Acts pretty much all i ask for let me get an
Axe, I'll chop a cat with a glass
Jaw and not have to come
Back after all I don't need no
Adderall just mad at the wall
While them cats want to brawl
My problem is I don't believe in God
How can I believe in God?
My number ain't odd, why believe in God?
So, do you believe in God?
Language got me spanking niggas who
Be copying me like they're
Gotti's and I ain't talking
About my nigga John
Or my nigga John just them niggas
On the Island who watch me
Watch Harlem World, watch B-K
Watch Queens and
Say, "I gotta be like these people"
Those people the B-X know
Saying those people are
So evil and they're righteous with guns so
They are the righteous ones rotten pieces
Like a white chick's baby father when
He didn't write his thesis maybe
Honor is just denying the secret that God
Is my baby mama and I
Ain't in people and I am the
Evil-est except when I get tested
Then I become the feeblest
My problem is I don't believe in God
How can I believe in God?
My number ain't odd, why believe in God?
So, do you believe in God?
God, I can't deny my 6 any longer
People who have apples are saying "Sticks!"
And the song is over so the
Word that you're giving me inside
Has to be a prophesy of which
I can prophe-psy and say, "It's out
Of my mind, today" Because of my
Indiscriminative ways the 'I'
In indiscriminative
But, I should give a shit when
It's time to give it to
The Him who's been eyeing my eyes
And saying when I'm
In a rhythm I'm getting it in my God
I'm speaking in tongues again must be the
Wine I wish to sip and if I dine as a 6
Would I be making your cry and ball up a fist
To say, "This guys is no longer in this
Shit" You walls christianity
Masonic either way, it's me
At (E) , Jack Splash - I won't reveal your middle name
At (G) George Massa - I see you, Antoinette
Time to do it like the (A)
My suicidal ways been moving out
The way the brewing
I can say anything as long as I can stir
It like a witch permanent psychic shit word
That I can spit is gospel like except
When I got the mic I'm
The gothic type god exists or I'm
A queer said that quite clear, my
Baby mama clear indeed, but queer is
Taking over this heresy god
Forgive me for my homosexual
Acts pretty much all i ask for let me get an
Axe, I'll chop a cat with a glass
Jaw and not have to come
Back after all I don't need no
Adderall just mad at the wall
While them cats want to brawl
My problem is I don't believe in God
How can I believe in God?
My number ain't odd, why believe in God?
So, do you believe in God?
Language got me spanking niggas who
Be copying me like they're
Gotti's and I ain't talking
About my nigga John
Or my nigga John just them niggas
On the Island who watch me
Watch Harlem World, watch B-K
Watch Queens and
Say, "I gotta be like these people"
Those people the B-X know
Saying those people are
So evil and they're righteous with guns so
They are the righteous ones rotten pieces
Like a white chick's baby father when
He didn't write his thesis maybe
Honor is just denying the secret that God
Is my baby mama and I
Ain't in people and I am the
Evil-est except when I get tested
Then I become the feeblest
My problem is I don't believe in God
How can I believe in God?
My number ain't odd, why believe in God?
So, do you believe in God?
God, I can't deny my 6 any longer
People who have apples are saying "Sticks!"
And the song is over so the
Word that you're giving me inside
Has to be a prophesy of which
I can prophe-psy and say, "It's out
Of my mind, today" Because of my
Indiscriminative ways the 'I'
In indiscriminative
But, I should give a shit when
It's time to give it to
The Him who's been eyeing my eyes
And saying when I'm
In a rhythm I'm getting it in my God
I'm speaking in tongues again must be the
Wine I wish to sip and if I dine as a 6
Would I be making your cry and ball up a fist
To say, "This guys is no longer in this
Shit" You walls christianity
Masonic either way, it's me