you run the streets Come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em
up in the shy, as enemies bout to die, I blow a head off a demon, Satan gotta burn in fry, toss him back in hell, slam him in a cell, push him off a
mother cancer Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christian
the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun Respect the click that I'm from or get lifted and stunned Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the
you when you done, there's more product to come I even supply coppers and doctors and ball players A few politicians, some Jews, a few Christians I even
ever think He wanted to die? I read your history while I was lookin' 14:12 Isaiah... I do imagine you love tryin' to deep-fry Christians You get them
Christ can't save you Once you go gangsta, friend Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish to fry
to know, if you from the streets, come in piece Or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry
in my melting eyes Mutant christ, loving christ Know me with thine naked eyes Holy christ, one tenth the size So unlike the other christs God-made
words to know, if you from the streets, come in piece or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry
one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west. Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence. Freezing fish to fry, fail to materialise. Christ-
As one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence Freezing fish to fry fail to materialize Christ-child
gun, praying to god [Chorus:] Another life just passing by What's on the mind when the convict fries ? Such a lovely way to die Christ comes to call
haunt the sultan's dreams Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly sober sky Don't you dare lay down your spear and die Oh small fry, small fry Crime of the
Christ for life, and satan K all day and I'm on represent that rhyme until I flatline to all the Christians stay on deck, cause you and i in 96 we chew or fry
faces, "I want to be beheaded, beheaded" I want (my) head chopped off You'll see (my) body rot But then (I'll) reign with Christ And then you will fry
truck under the moon Jesus Christ, my lips are red You ask a lot of the moon When you ask me to forget I never asked you to pay my rent Jesus Christ
this is Christian mercy Harry, Harry, give 'em hell, give 'em hell one time again Well, show those axis powers how to make an oven, fry them Hiroshima
