Hey yo, take a bow!
Cuz My god is 'gonna start the show
From last couple of days he's on a roll
Blood-shed, massacre's, bombs explode!
Propaganda of religion is a mind control
As guns and knives take their toll,
Watch the world burn as it un-folds
And My god is on it, like a ***** on a *****!



Mike testing..

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Hello, hello!
Can you hear me, my dear fellow!
Let the beat drop and follow
Now take your best shot
Take me to a thrift shop and swallow,
These bitter pills of my devine power
Take a shower, calm down and be mellow,
Cuz i just trolled your god
In the match of 'who-kills-the-lot'
With the most ridiculous excuse,
And the margin was narrow
But i fed on some fanatic minds i borrowed,
From the pits of patriotism,
Coupled with some misplaced sense of nationalism
And the horror of narcissism
To arm these armies of stupid *** men,
To wage a war without any reason
Saints of '****-all-who-apply-logic' are on a mission,
To accuse any sound mind of treason,
Only crushed skulls and blood splatter this season
A truce with ***** girls and mad-hatter will bring your freedom
And the burned children
............. how can i forget the burned children!
Bearing the wrath of their god and his god-men,
But give me a pen and I'll sign the documents to annihilate all of them,
Problem solved, it's not like we have any shortage of *****!





Oh, my, my, my *******' lord,
Why hath thou forsaken ?
I know your divinity infinity,
But could you, possibly, maybe Mistaken ?
Or is it just this other God,
Afraid of your throne being taken ?
Or is it just these miserable men,
Who know only blood equation ?
Oh, my, my, my *******' lord,
Will we ever rise from this tragic situation ?





And **** thy neighbour, or enslave them for labour
Whatever you do never love them or lend them a favour
It's better to burn them if they ask for a different flavour
Let the husband die and ******* watchin' his wife die but don't you dare save her
And if you're feelin' that *****, here's the deal,
Convert her and enslave her!
And don't bother **** the ones, who try to **** you
If you don't die, all the blame will be on you,
Cuz lets pretend for a second, nobody ever truly liked you
Your momma gave birth to you out of the blues
Give up the chase, or a global hatred will ensue
And uncle Sam, who's the biggest player in the scam
But even he won't hesitate to sue,
Your bruised ****** up *** if they don't **** you,
So here's the deal,
Cut off your arms and maybe a leg,
Play the victim card and beg
Set your heart to the east and money to the west
Pretend they can't shoot you in the head if you wear a vest,
For your god will always be right, no matter how stupid he gets
And now you've killed your neighbour, his kids and daughters
Cut off your own arms and legs,
But hey, you can still **** the dead wife!
So no regrets!





Oh, my, my, my *******' lord,
Why hath thou forsaken ?
I know your divinity infinity,
But could you, possibly, maybe Mistaken ?
Or is it just this other God,
Afraid of your throne being taken ?
Or is it just these miserable men,
Who know only blood equation ?
Oh, my, my, my *******' lord,
Will we ever rise from this tragic situation ?