Letra da Música: Sunday School - Natas

(Mastamind)

See, I don't know what you beliven in, but I hope you believen in me
nigga fuck yo G.O.D, my religion is reality, see

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I don't wanna go to church (no I don't wanna go to church) X3
I don't wanna go to church (no I don't wanna go)

See, I cant step up in yo cathedral
I might bleed you
I don't need you to tell me who made me
I don't believe you

My thoughts bust
Fuck
Who can I trust
Whats the fuckin purpose

If I took a little ride on that church bus
I'd cuss out the rev
Bust and size out his head
My holy bible collects dust

Cause its never been read
So what is evil
What is my evil
I see you people hate me
Cause I wont step up in your steeple
But oh no!

[Chorus]

(Esham)

I'm sick in the head
So I tried to kill a priest
But now I'm killing time
I'm in the belly of the beast

No study the bible
Bloody rifle
The disciple of NATAS
Satan

Anticipatin

Contemplatin suicide

Murder ride

And I'm the dri-va

Bloods in my mouth

Mixed with my sali-va

I'm screamin out Jesus Christ

Bloody murder, crucified

When I close my eyes

Got visions of when he died

and...



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(TNT)

Motha fuck the reverin

187

I've never seen a church

I never been to church

I never liked church

So what is this sac religious mohta fucka

Sayin to me

Runnin around

Screamin out blaz 4 me

The holy bible burns my hands when I touch it

I cant clutch it

So motha fuck it

I do with out it

Simple reasons keep me from sayin the lords prayers

Truth or dares

And fuck them niggas who scared

Who cares



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