Xvall
29th October 2002, 22:34
KOMMUNIZT KILLA
“Heretik”
Stomp,
Right into the place
Priest looking at me with a funny face,
I got so uptight, and it freaked me out!
Makin’ me give money,
What’s this shit about?
Woah!
Now he’s makin’ me confess;
If he keeps this shit up
Then there’s gonna me a mess.
I was gonna reach down for my AK, but instead,
I took the bread,
Busted it upside his head.
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the church
I drink the holy water
Just to quench my thirst.
Not paying attention during Sunday mass,
New blood spilling on the morning grass.
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the pope
Smoking cigarettes while
I’m shooting some dope.
Not paying attention during morning prayer,
Talking bout’ how much I hate the mothafukin’ mayor!
SHIT!
Look at this mess!
Well if I shot one of you,
Then I better kill the rest.
I’m a Heretik, and I’m running out of time.
Grab my AK,
And drop you fuckers like a dime.
BAM!
I just shot off yer lip,
Shot out both your eyes
And then I shot you in the hip.
Look at all this blood,
Let me clean up this shit.
And while we’re at it
Let me stab you a bit!
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the church
I drink the holy water
Just to quench my thirst.
Not paying attention during Sunday mass,
New blood spilling on the morning grass.
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the pope
Smoking cigarettes while
I’m shooting some dope.
Not paying attention during morning prayer,
Talking bout’ how much I hate the mothafukin’ mayor!
Oooh!
What now to do?
Sit back and rest, my feet on the pew.
Let me recline, drinkin’ some wine.
The blood of christ, (Ah) this shit’s nice.
See, I’m a Heretik I just don’t’ fukin’ care,
I use the holy water to slick back my hair,
A Heretik! Talkin’ through the session,
Bout’ how I shot a senator,
Cause’ of this damn recession.
How I shot the feds,
For all this repossession.
How I killed the banker
When I shot him in the eyes,
How I killed the congressman
For all these fukin’ lies!
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the church
I drink the holy water
Just to quench my thirst.
Not paying attention during Sunday mass,
New blood spilling on the morning grass.
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the pope
Smoking cigarettes while
I’m shooting some dope.
Not paying attention during morning prayer,
Talking bout’ how much I hate the mothafukin’ mayor!
(Edited by Drake Dracoli at 10:36 pm on Oct. 29, 2002)
“Heretik”
Stomp,
Right into the place
Priest looking at me with a funny face,
I got so uptight, and it freaked me out!
Makin’ me give money,
What’s this shit about?
Woah!
Now he’s makin’ me confess;
If he keeps this shit up
Then there’s gonna me a mess.
I was gonna reach down for my AK, but instead,
I took the bread,
Busted it upside his head.
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the church
I drink the holy water
Just to quench my thirst.
Not paying attention during Sunday mass,
New blood spilling on the morning grass.
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the pope
Smoking cigarettes while
I’m shooting some dope.
Not paying attention during morning prayer,
Talking bout’ how much I hate the mothafukin’ mayor!
SHIT!
Look at this mess!
Well if I shot one of you,
Then I better kill the rest.
I’m a Heretik, and I’m running out of time.
Grab my AK,
And drop you fuckers like a dime.
BAM!
I just shot off yer lip,
Shot out both your eyes
And then I shot you in the hip.
Look at all this blood,
Let me clean up this shit.
And while we’re at it
Let me stab you a bit!
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the church
I drink the holy water
Just to quench my thirst.
Not paying attention during Sunday mass,
New blood spilling on the morning grass.
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the pope
Smoking cigarettes while
I’m shooting some dope.
Not paying attention during morning prayer,
Talking bout’ how much I hate the mothafukin’ mayor!
Oooh!
What now to do?
Sit back and rest, my feet on the pew.
Let me recline, drinkin’ some wine.
The blood of christ, (Ah) this shit’s nice.
See, I’m a Heretik I just don’t’ fukin’ care,
I use the holy water to slick back my hair,
A Heretik! Talkin’ through the session,
Bout’ how I shot a senator,
Cause’ of this damn recession.
How I shot the feds,
For all this repossession.
How I killed the banker
When I shot him in the eyes,
How I killed the congressman
For all these fukin’ lies!
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the church
I drink the holy water
Just to quench my thirst.
Not paying attention during Sunday mass,
New blood spilling on the morning grass.
I’m a Heretik
Fukin’ with the pope
Smoking cigarettes while
I’m shooting some dope.
Not paying attention during morning prayer,
Talking bout’ how much I hate the mothafukin’ mayor!
(Edited by Drake Dracoli at 10:36 pm on Oct. 29, 2002)