Rozz Dyliams - God Hates Me lyrics

I know God i, I know God
I, I know God hates me i know God hates me
I know God hates me
I know God, II know god, I

I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know, I know 'Cause, I'm always sinnin'

Raise up my voice so that you can hear
The wicked shit ain't dead
But a new generation incubated for years
Dylan be killin' em, stacking the bodies
And dumping 'em into a pier
Dylan will get up inside of your mind
And play off of your deepest fear
'Til you crack, there ain't no turning back
Once you hear the wicked funk of
A killa thug psycho mack
Blasphemy, I worship wicked shit
With the candlesticks out
I'm wicked like a rotting fetus
With it's eyes hanging out
My shotgun said, "Worship what you wanna
On your own time
Go up in the monastery, Dylan
Cut the phone line
Torture as many nuns as you can
And make them hoes die
Put 'em up outta the pathetic misery that
They been living they whole lives"
Now to the priest: humiliate you
And berate you as I make you bow to the beast
Because there isn't a sound as
Sweet as a Catholic martyr
The virgin Mary was a cunt who
Should have been raped harder

I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know, I know 'Cause, I'm always sinnin'

I know God hates me
'Cause, I'm screaming blasphemy
And church is to the left of me
I, I i see through it, man
This time I think I'm paralyzed
I think I'm blind
And my mind has metamorphosized
I'm tripping and having a vision of death
And it's taking away my breath
Taking a hit of the wicked shit
Then let the evilness fill up my chest
My mind is crazy, hazy, and full of fog
But, I don't need your fucking help
So fuck all of y'all and when I die
You'll all be welcome to my funeral
To suck on my balls and defile
The body for the ritual
They call my Dylan, capital D-stroy Jesus
Doing the work of the Devil
For no goddamn reason bitch killin' season
Step on up and get checked
Takin' no shorts, cuttin' no slack
Newjacks on my bozac
I got symptoms of insanity in my brain, G
White man, pale face, I know that he hates me

I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know God hates me really fucking hates me
I know God hates me he's gotta hate me
I know, I know 'Cause, I'm always sinnin'