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baptism put the fear of god in you/
rosaries for a dead aunt or two/
just here to talk to the people/
livin life through a peep hole scared to come outside/
but tonight the pearly gates is a velvet rope/
im invitin you all out in your best of clothes/
hand in hand usher you to hell let it burn/
i told you i was raw but you seem to never learn/
and now your heart is beating like the saddest metronome/
a lot of people grieving once they hear that special tone/
blum blum, touch more niggas than kat stacks pum pum/
and keep the shit movin like prune juice/
shaq sized cannon gary coleman fuse/
i nikki gomez niggas, put em on the news/
sew fucked up, factory defect, with no outlets/
so i write rhymes to terrorize your soundclick/
make you feel bad about your outfit/
simply because i dont give a fuck about shit/